“It is cold out by the mountains, warm inside the fiery hearths and homes, and trees dominate all but the central plains, where the field is as unending as the blue sky,” Derrix described contently, picturing it all in his head, and smelling the icy wind of the mountains that often pooled into the plains. 

	“The biggest and strongest horses are born there, and their wit and intelligence is unmatched as far as I’ve seen.” The man reached down and patted his white destrier, and the massive horse snorted in response, as if agreeing.