The moment the centaurs have left, Cephal sheds his nonchalant mask and turns angrily to Maegar. "What were yo

The moment the centaurs have left, Cephal sheds his nonchalant mask and turns angrily to Maegar. "What were you thinking?! These creatures are unpredictable savages, and from what we hear, fanatics as well. As soon as a trade caravan unknowingly stops at a wind-worn cyclops stele, or children run inside a tomb when playing hide-and-seek, they will return, and bring carnage with them. My friend, you can only make deals with equals, with those who think as you do. But not with half-humans, who attack villagers because of their primeval fables."