#kurgeri

Wintermoor comes along the path, seeing the Lion. ""Greetings."

A lion with pale fur says, "It's been quite awhile since we've had a centaur in the pridelands. What brings you out this way?"

You say, "the Road has led me far in my journeys from the falls of the swift river, to Sted Cair, wherein is the Castle of the four thrones. And now leads me back."

A lion with pale fur dips his head, "That is a long road indeed. The falls of the swift river you say," he pauses for a moment, "That must be some ways off. I don't recall hearing of it."

You ask, "The river took me south, so I am following it back North. Pardon me, but what is your name, my friend?"

A lion with pale fur says, "My appologies. My name is Kurgeri of the Northern Pride."

Wintermoor gives a stiff, small bow. "I am Wintermoor. Formerly captain to the majesties before the winter.

A lion with pale fur bows in return, "Ah, then it is a pleasure to meet you Wintermoor.

You ask, "do you know the way north?"

A lion with pale fur nods, turning he points upstream, "The river bends north not far from here. Do be careful though and stick to the river. To the Northeast is the  Ettinsmoor and there are many unpleasant things that live in there."

Wintermoor nods in almost a knowing way to the last part of the Lion's reply. "Aye."

A lion with pale fur looks towards the sky, "Well it is getting late. If you need to rest before you continue there is a thicket just to the north of here that is safe to sleep in."

Wintermoor nods. "Thank you, Friend. I will keep to your words. It has been a long time since I wandered the land.

A lion with pale fur nods knowingly, "As it has for me. I appologize if I cannot be more helpful than pointing you north but it has been some time since I left the pridelands myself.

You say, "you have been help indeed, friend. Aslan's richest blessings upon you. "