Y/you've travelled far over the Turian plains, weary and tired, looking
for the city of Turia that rests in the center of the plains. The tall grasses ruffle in
the breeze and Y/you smell camp fires and cooking meat wafting through the open air. With
a tired sigh Y/you approach, thinking Y/you've finally made it and the journey is over.
Suddenly Y/you hear a low growl, and from the grasses emerge two of the fabled prarie
sleen. Smartly Y/you come to a halt making no sudden moves, frightened even to breathe.
A figure outlined against the low glow of the fires approach. From the back of a kaiila He
emerges and Y/you recognize Him. Not only as One of the fearsome Wagon Peoples, but as One
of the dreaded Tuchuks.
Y/you hold out Y/your hands in peace and say "Tal." The Warrior fierce and
strong looks down at Y/you judging Y/your fate and Y/you suddenly remember...
The Wagon Peoples kill S/strangers. Y/your heart pounds as He mumbles a gruff
"Tal" and motions Y/you in, gauging each gesture Y/you make. Unsure where Y/you
stand...
Do Y/you enter the Homestone of the fiercest of the Wagon Peoples or do Y/you flee?
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