The lead centaur arched her eyebrows at the statement. "That is.. concerning," she said, studying the faces of everyone she could see, and seemingly judging them to be honest. "We've had fewer skirmishes with them, lately, but... I had not noticed it was none. You... all should come to our camp. Our war-priestess will want to speak with you."<br/><br/>Assuming no argument, the party is escorted the last couple of miles to the large centaur camp, a sprawling, open affair, filled with at least seven dozen tents, sized for centaurs. The tribe watched them warily... a vast majority of them female, slowly gathering in; after all, this was an interesting thing, and they'd all want to know what happened.<br/><br/>The group is brought to the central fire, dozens and dozens of centaurs ringing the central area, as their leader emerges from the largest tent. A tall, strong, flame-haired centaur woman, her face decorated with ritual tattoos, her armor ornate, but functional, she nods to the leader of the scouting expedition.<br/><br/>"These outsiders were found, heading in the direction of our camp. They claim to bring grave tidings, and if their claims are true, you should be made aware," she said, in Sylvan, then stepped aside to let the party speak and explain.<br/><br/>((Include a Diplo check, DC 21.))