Pricilla
"There's not much to see. Mmmmhhh. No, nothing really. We have a few cities and the four large tribes, most of whom don't like each other too much, least I don't. Something's wrong with Macen, I've seen how some of my people change when they move. Mkf. I hope that doesn't happen to me." *She grunted out and shook her head as she entered the camp. Once by the fire she dropped the boar and straddled it with her knife, getting to skinning the beast.*
Robert
"Too much change can be bad, yes... But these lands are filled with strong wills and strong ideas, you'll find it hard to resist all of them."
*The centaur chuckled softly, coaxing his firepit back to life and preparing the spit on it's flanks. He shed his saddlebags and some of his light armour, tugging at the kerchief he had grown fond of wearing around his neck as the flames began to roar.*
"Maybe not so... But all I know of beastkin is my home tribe, to see a whole nation of them would be an experience, no matter the conflicts observed I believe."
*He approached her as she began to work on the boar, placing a wooden-lacquered bottle of something beside her, drinking from a similar one himself.*
"I'm not sure how much you like fruit, but try this - something I've been working on from the apples around these regions."
Pricilla
*She paused the skinning to reach over and grab the bottle, lifting it and chugging it. She wiped her mouth with her arm after, tossing the bottle back to him and going right back to skinning the boar.* "Mmh. Tastes fine." *She went quiet for a moment as she was yoinking the hide.* "Mipmi is on the coast, if you want to travel to the federation. I got here by ship."