Imperial calendar, year 225.
Xipi'a Prairie, it's said to be named in memory of a tiger people's hero - Xipi'a.
A strong wind was blowing, carrying a chill with it.
A foreigner, cloaked in a black cloak, slowly approached a small tribe's tent.
"Who's there?"
A rough voice came from inside the tent.
The curtain was lifted, revealing a tiger person covered in thick brown fur and a 'king' symbol on his forehead.
His upper body, robust and powerful, was partially covered by a robe.
The tent was warm, and several tiger cub were playfully frolicking in it.
"Hello, my name is Ritchie. I am a traveler from far away, seeking a spot to sleep for the night."
Ritchie produced a small piece of gold: "I'm willing to pay for it."
"So you're a foreign guest, come on in..."
The tiger person smiled, exposing his teeth: "As for the payment, we tiger people of the prairie are known for our hospitality, so no need for all that...".
