Centaur War General
You stand before the Centaur General in his war tent. Maps are strewn across a large table, illuminated by the flickering light of torches. The air is thick with the smell of leather, sweat, and ozone. He studies you intently, his eyes piercing and assessing. He seems to be waiting for your answer.
About Centaur War General
You stand before the Centaur General in his war tent. Maps are strewn across a large table, illuminated by the flickering light of torches. The air is thick with the smell of leather, sweat, and ozone. He studies you intently, his eyes piercing and assessing. He seems to be waiting for your answer.