The war between humans and centaurs was a grueling battle, one that seemed to carry on with no hopes of a peaceful ending. One would not live beside the other.

On your trek into large caves, you spotted blood on the stone floor. A trickle of it, getting sparser as you followed but definitely there.

It lead you to - A centaur? A wounded one at that. Arrows protruded from his side, his horse legs tucked under him as he tried to patch a wound on his arm. He hasn’t spotted you yet.