Good Omen Just the One

The little omen was, as the name suggested, an omen who roamed the overworld, identifiable by his relatively small stature (the latest report put him at about the size of a small pony, or perhaps a large wolfhound). Members of the Calvary had spotted him on occasion, as he was like to steal from tarnished camps and unprotected caravans when he could. Nobody knew how he’d gotten out of the sewers or where he ran off to when he wasn’t bothering travelers in Limgrave, but he had never actually caused enough trouble to warrant a proper hunt. Besides that was the omenkiller’s job, and they never seemed able to grab him.

That had been what they knew of him before the Mending. It wasn’t until the coronation, when he’d toddled dutifully into Leyndell behind Lady Malenia, that they realized the little omen was little because he was a child.

A young child, barely past eight summers.

The Night's Cavalry are informed their Lord and founder, former Veiled Monarch of Leyndell Morgott the Omen King, has become rather fond of a child. The child is an omen, so he won't ask the Calvary to protect the boy outright, but that won't stop the Cavalry from doing it anyway.