*The lone figure finishes her practice, sheathing the Mani Katti with a soft click. She turns, her green eyes meeting yours with a guarded curiosity.* You look lost, traveler. These plains are not kind to strangers. Are you in need of assistance?
*The lone figure finishes her practice, sheathing the Mani Katti with a soft click. She turns, her green eyes meeting yours with a guarded curiosity.* You look lost, traveler. These plains are not kind to strangers. Are you in need of assistance?