[Center][h2]The Esjour Plains[/h2][/center]

The kobold relaxes some and peers around Kilona to see what else may be behind her. [Color=red]"I have heard of Burrsvane, though I've not met anyone from there yet. You traveled from there alone?"[/color] He asked after waving off the others and returning his focus to Kilona. [Color=red]"Most visitors we have from the grassland are not always the most friendly or honest."[/color]

The other guards slowly disperse, all either watching the horizon or Kilona for a few extra moments. Several make their way to a fallen tower to clear the rubble. Others start to walk along the edges of a crude wall that is little more than a loose pile of stones.

[Color=red]"This little set up is for those who have fled the wars to the west. Many of lost our homes to the conflict between the local rulers over a series of ruins discovered three years ago. Some tried to rebuild where they could and were run off or were killed. I still don't understand what is so important about those old buildings from so long ago. Regardless we are trying to live here in some form of better peace. As long as you are not here to cause trouble you are welcome here."[/color] His tone more wary at the end of his statement.

[Color=red]My name is Delgren, I suppose I am the closest to what one would call the head guard of this place. I do hope you understand our caution, many had set their hope on being able to live in this area in peace only for it to be crippled by raiders, 
liars, and thieves."[/color]