As you wade through the tall grass, you find yourself wishing for a few extra inches of height, as even the tallest of bipeds can barely see over the dense stalks.
Trudging along, you can just barely make out a cluster of low hills and the distinctive silhouette of centaur archers monitoring the plains for any signs of intrusion into the broad grasslands that cover the eastern corner of Pan's Isle.
As you approach, one of the Centaurs seperates from the others and comes racing in your direction. You can see the fabled longbows of the others come out, arrows appear from quivers and are noched while the lone greeter slows to a halt some 20 or so paces away from you. In a voice you know will haunt your dreams for nights to come he demands, "Aaye! Ya naa lle? Mankoi lle irma?"
Lost in the Grasslands (Gate Thread-Citizen-Closed)
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