Masamuk knew this territory well enough, though he rarely had reason to visit. It was a transitional zone, a place between places, where the Lands of Beasts gradually gave way to the Lands of Humans.
And it was boring.
Terribly, painfully boring.
Which meant Masamuk had to talk.
"These Unbound Tribes," he said, gesturing vaguely at the landscape below. "They're situated in quite a unique place, aren't they?"
The Tokoloshe glanced at him but said nothing.
Masamuk continued anyway.
"Behind us, the Sacred Mountains. Mount Vorrath and its sisters. The territories of the Noble Primal Beasts and the Behemoths who have ruled since before humans learned to make fire."
His obsidian body pulsed thoughtfully.
