A flash of black and white, another painted unicorn you assume idly. "Greetings outlander." Instead it's something else that vaguely resembles one. You stare at him curiously. "From the stunned look on your face it is safe to assume you've scarcely seen one as me before. I am Zeminit, one of the first zebacorns to leave our homeland." As you process that information, he eyes you critically. "Not a painted unicorn as you could have thought, though I do have that blood in my background."

Faintly, you remember Cora'verana mentioning zebracorns. Zeminit looks you in the eye. "My grandson resides here as well, and you'll find he bears a remarkable resemblance to Trial-- Latish." You give him a puzzled look at that last bit of information. "You'll see..." And with that he turns and leaves you standing on the path.