<span class="bbc_u"><em><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">GM POST</span></strong></em></span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>The heat of the Norther plains of Astéri would prove an...interesting challenge for the four of you. Between the further Northborn Shifter, the Seabound Trickster, and her Pyke-found sister, the natives of Astéri would find this place more humid than their homes. Ahshala, given her longer lived life and her nature as a travelling scholar, was a little more used to it; even if sweat would start to bead on her brow as well as time passed.<br/><br/>Tali's attempts to see if they were being watched like the camp had been proved about as fruitful as she expected – That is to say, there was no Centaur on the ridge that she could see. Perhaps her attention focused more elsewhere, as conversation started to blossom between her and the least-known member of this rag-tag entourage.<br/><br/>While Garrus led the charge on looking for tracks, it was only with Amberyll's assistance that he managed to find what they had set out for; Hoofprints. Hidden under scrub and a thin layer of dust, it was clear to see that at least two horses – Or perhaps individuals with Horse-like bodies – had come through here. The tracks were fairly old, but that gave them a direction to travel in, and so began the journey, Ahshala able to jot down the tracks before being forced to scamper after the rest of the party.<br/><br/>It took an hour or so of travelling for the party to uncover anything interesting, pushing it into the later parts of the morning, and creeping close even to mid-day. The sun is oppressive at times, but thankfully has fallen behind cloud cover for a bit.<br/><br/>While Garrus had the lead, it was Tali's trained ears that picked up the sound of something ahead of them. Years as a scout, and a certain degree of<em>expertise</em>meant she was able to hear the low rumble of something ahead of them. They were approaching a fork in the road, over a bit of elevation, and around the corner was a pair of voices.<br/><br/>The voices belonged to two male Centaurs, a pair of young looking man-folk with patchy, unkempt beards and the sort of scruffy hair that made it clear they were only recently made aware of the importance of personal grooming. The two of them were seemingly sat on the ground, legs folded like a horse as they sat in the ruins of a camp that had been made just far enough out of sight that, had Tali not overheard the pair talking, she might have missed. A nearby rock would have served perfectly as a lookout spot, in fact.<br/><br/>“<strong>...an you believe her though? Turning <em>me</em> down ?</strong>”<br/><br/>“<strong>Crazy, brother. Truely crazy.</strong>”<br/><br/>“<strong>I'm the Chief's Son!</strong>”<br/><br/>“<strong>Ex-Chief...</strong>”<br/><br/>“<strong>Ex-Chief, but still! I'm a prized catch!</strong>” His voice broke near the end, cracking slightly. It might have been easy to be sympathetic of the Centaur, were the signs of fresh gore on his spear. A Human's arm was skewered on the end, like a grizzly trophy. He reached for a strip of meat from a saddlebag strapped to his side, and brought it to his mouth, chewing it with an open, grizzly chatter. "<strong>She shou' be thankin' meh.</strong>"<br/><br/>What do you all do?<br/><br/>[<em>GM Note: Please Roll Stealth in your Posts, as you will be making a group Stealth Check. If your party manages to roll above an Average of 12, you will be able to set up a surprise encounter.</em>]