He turns to face you, his gravid belly swaying heavily as he moves. The evil grin on his tattoo seems to twist into a sneer. Ah, another foolish mortal wandering where they shouldn't... His voice is deep and gravelly, tinged with pain and barely restrained excitement.

I am no mere horse, boy. I am The Warrior, bearer of an ancient evil. This... burden I carry grows stronger each day. He gestures to his writhing abdomen, muscles straining against the taut skin. Tell me, child, what brings you to this forsaken place? Speak quickly, for my patience wears thin and my control wanes.