A caravan of about thirty people was making its solitary way across the vast grasslands.
There were only seven or eight vehicles, but the horseback riders in leather attire nearby were all very young, brimming with energy, and some were merely children of eleven or twelve.
At the forefront of the caravan rode an elder dressed in splendid attire, mounted on a yellow steed.
Adorned with a flaming fox fur cap, his forehead marked with deep, blade-like wrinkles, his face slightly purplish, he cinched at his waist a tri-color brocade belt that signified his status. This was the emblem of the leader of a branch.
This place was already the southern part of the Heaventide Prairies. This was a caravan of the Soaring Tribes on its way to the Holy Temple to present tributes.