A sizable caravan moved across the land, already far from the Warhammer Stronghold, situated amidst the vast expanse of a grassland.
Under the clear blue sky, all around was a sea of green. The thigh-deep grass released a unique fragrance; dewdrops on the grass evaporated into an invisible gas under the sunlight, dissipating into the air. With the rustling of the grass and the sound of horse hooves, a few insects that emerged earlier than usual were startled and hastily took flight. Everywhere, snakes and rodents scurried back into the soil shaken by the trembling of the earth, trembling in fear as they waited.
The grass rustled and parted to either side as dozens of prairie deer stood up and revealed half their bodies initially hidden by the grass. They turned their slender necks in every direction, their pointed ears trembling. They trotted nervously on the ground, uttering anxious deer sounds.
