"Of course, as logn as you don't hurt any of my friends!" she cries.<br/><br/>The centaur camp, from the looks of it, is in rough shape; it's a relatively small tribe, about forty members, and primarily women, children, and elderly. It looks like they're survivors of a rough fight, and their tents show about the same signs of poor treatment and rough living. He's escorted into the largest tent, where a quite old centaur lies, looking half asleep, though he stirs as Caiaphas enters. "Ahh, the Summer Knight? We've been expecting you. Thank you for visiting. We desperately need your help."