You step out onto the grass, walking towards the party of people, Raidly following. The grass is soft beneath your feet, and the blades you walk on give off a sweet scent. The group of people ahead notice you coming, and stop to wait for you.
As you come nearer, you study the group. You estimate that it consists of about 75 people. Most are dressed in long robes that drop to the ankles, with colorful cloth belts encircling their waists. Many ride on camels, which look a bit odd standing knee-deep in grass. Here and there among the group are large wagons, each with several teams of heavy oxen to pull it.
You reach the outer circle of the caravan. One figure in a particularly elaborate robe detaches itself from the group and moves towards you. "I see you have come over the ocean," the woman says. "Welcome to Bassla. Welcome to the Mendor Faunla plains. I am YiShara, leader of this caravan."
You start to hold out your hand to her, then stop and give her a bow instead. "I thank you for your welcome," you say. "Tell me, what are the landmarks I see around me?"
YiShara smiles. "The city you see to the south-west is Mendor City. It is only a small city, but worth visiting if you have time. The mountains you see to the north are the Mendor Heights. They are very tall, and entirely impassible." Yishara turns, points south. "There winds the Candaz Teyval, a mighty river. My caravan will be going there. You may join us in our journey, if you wish."
You can visit Mendor City, join YiShara's caravan, or you can go back to the beach.
You are traveler number to come here.
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