Nyx and Vrinda had spent weeks in the Vardant Region, exploring its culture, understanding the plant-like beings, and even adopting some of their customs. By now, they blended in so well that no one suspected they were outsiders. However, their time of peace was about to end in the most ridiculous way possible.
The two of them wandered into a bustling town square where plant people were gathered around a massive vine that stretched across the center of the square. On one side stood a team of plant people pulling with all their strength, and on the other side was another group doing the same.
"Is this... tug-of-war?" Vrinda asked, tilting her head.
"Looks like it," Nyx said. "Except instead of a rope, they're using a vine. A giant, living vine."
As they watched, the vine suddenly lashed out at one of the teams, whipping them into the air before slamming them gently onto a pile of soft moss. The crowd erupted into laughter.