‘Hayem Illion, he’s the ruler of Centaurs, he’s just granted us permission to enter his lands’ spoke Razaar, shoving the parchment in her hands so the woman could see for herself. She scanned the paper, a smile forming up on her face. ‘Do you think he will believe us? Join us?’ she asked suspiciously, having never received any information on the ruler of Centaurs in the past. The Centaurs were known to keep to themselves so much so that the only time they were ever seen was at Grontica, however, they held a popular reputation for being the soldiers of Gloarian, and rescued anyone in need around their lands. ‘They should, they are valiant members of Ivory, should they not then their reputation is seriously mistaken’ stated the Alpha before instantly leaving for Centaur land

