The plans are a seemingly never ending expanse only broken up buy small forests and rivers. It used to run wild with livestock, peoples and wildlife of all kinds, until the empire showed. Now nothing but ash and blood remains. I've heard that that's how the old world died. At least that the story my parents told me. Some greedy nation tried to own everything and as a result it all burnt.

I tug a bit on the rope before gently patting my horses neck. Look, annoying and evil as they are the new comers have some uses. Hence why I've decided to drag one halfway across the plans. Literally in the case of dragging. In my defense, I'm not fond of the idea of carrying this person, and I'd rather ride than walk. That way if I need to run, I have a chance.

I eventually stop as I spot a river. I drop off my horse letting him go up to the water and drink before glancing back at this emperors mutt. Well, I suppose more like a stray. As far as I can tell this one isn't loyal to the empire or at the very least has a bad habit of pissing people of. I walk a bit closer before kicking some ash into their face.

"Hey. Get up."