[center][b][color=FF0000]The Rokthani | Population; ~326
Westhome: 100 | Middlehome: 162 | Easthome: 64[/color][/b][/center]

[center]Easthome
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Some Rokthan were curled up by the fireside sleeping or just taking a load off, some where telling stories, some were dancing, and others were laying on their sides staring at the stars and moon. One of them noticed that Anrett had not been back for a while and decided to head to the riverside to make sure that she was okay. Just then, something lit by the orange glow of the bonfire caught his eye. It was tall. He mistook it for Anrett at first, and was relieved. But that relief would suddenly turn into fear and tension as several more tall figures revealed themselves beside it. His first instinct was to call out to them, but he also wanted to alert the others. All he could do was blurt something out. "H-hey! HEY!!"
This quickly caught the attention of the other Rokthan and they went to investigate. As the tall figures got closer to the fire, the illumination confirmed suspicions that they were of the same people as Anrett. An elder slithers over to the group of Arsuron in an attempt to communicate. The others have reservations over this, but decide not to say anything out of respect. The elder attempts to speak in the being's tongue as best he can, however broken. "Welcome! Our home your home. Other Arsuron Anrett here. We give food!"
[@Nerevarine]
The warrior troop had arrived at Easthome at last. From the looks of the roaring bonfire across town, things don't seem to be at a complete loss, which was a relief.

[center]Middlehome[/center]
"I don't know what to do, Gnila. Was it something I did?" says Shel to his mate after a long day's work.
"Nonsense, love. I'll be fine, Ki'Kisk will be sure of that." Gnila says in response, nudging up against him.
"But that's just it. What if we've angered him? We shouldn't have gone to the peak! It was a terrible idea!"
"The peak isn't his personal castle, love. It's just as much a part of nature as anything else. The legend speaks of that place only as his birthplace, nothing more. If he didn't want us there, he would have said so."
"I suppose you're right. And besides, what's done is done. Whatever comes of that brood I'll try my damnedest to raise it right."

The small one and The map maker made their way back to Middlehome on a quest to map the mountain range. "So, remind me again what we're here to do?"
The map maker sighs. "Again, we're here to consult King Shel on what he found when his group found in the northern range. He has not been particularly vocal about it for some unknown reason, so I intend to find out."
"Why don't we just go and see it for ourselves? I mean, we need to map it anyway."
"I want to be sure that it is not something that should not be seen."