Land of the Centaurs

Ezra realized he had set foot inside Centaur territory and immediately became cautious of his surroundings. Before venturing deeper he downed a healing potion to mend his fractured collar bone.

“You need to be careful, my Lord. The Centaurs are a lot more territorial than bandits and excel at setting traps and ambushes,” Marlin advised as Ezra headed deeper into the forest.

Having no experience of dealing with Centaurs, Ezra had no idea what to expect. All he could think of at this time was reaching the monastery and uncovering his past.

“It must be heart-wrenching to know you are not a noble at all but some stray orphan abandoned by the peasants,” Marlin whispered, touching Ezra’s weak nerve.

Ezra tried to ignore his comments, but the old Gunsmith kept poking him till he could not take it anymore.

“If you don’t shut up this instant, you’re going to be in a world of pain!”

Marlin chuckled at this. “You already know you cannot hurt me. I am a part of you now.”

“You still need to feed