[center][b]Luster, Aerodian Scout 
Aerodu Mobile Battle Camp
approx. 1 Mile from Northeast Quadrant of Sotracean Territory[/b][/center]

Unkempt grass tickled Luster's crackled leather boots as he walked side by side his Chieftan, Chieftan Brine. "With all due respect sir, what exactly is the aim of this mission, sir?" asked Luster, choosing his words carefully. "Reconnaissance. Strictly reconnaisance. I want you to make sure you and your group don't stir any shit in the pot, you hear me?" responded Brine. "Yes sir. Understood." replied Luster.

The Chieftan studied Luster with his shrewd eyes. His face was tan and leathery, age warring a personal battle with him. He seemed to be almost sizing him up, taking him in. "Alright," he said, patting Luster on the back, and promptly turning around and walking back to his tent. "Well, time to get on up," Luster muttered to himself.

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The scouting team had nestled themselves into a bushel, twigs and brambles caging them in. Their spot was high up, atop a forested hill. Luster turned to his comrade Trig, asking him, "What in Paxia's name are those?" pointing at the hooved creatures that these Sotraceans rode on.

"Horses," replied Trig, curtly. Luster waited for Trig to say more, but he said nothing more on the matter. "Huh," mumbled Luster.