Deep in the south-eastern reaches of the Silver Mane Tribe's territory, a considerable distance exceeding 120 miles from their central settlement, a squadron of beastmen cavalry cloaked in mystery advanced determinedly toward their destination.
Under the shadows of their masks, not a single face was visible as they made their way through the rugged landscape. The rhythmic thudding of their mounts echoed ominously across the expanse.
"Lord Chief, perhaps it's time for a respite," suggested a masked rider, her voice muffled slightly.
The Chief, lost in thought, grunted in confusion.
"Cardia, have you already dismissed my earlier instructions?" the leader chided gently, tapping his mount affectionately. The beast halted obediently with a snort.
"My apologies, Master. It seems I did forget," Cardia admitted with a sheepish grin, dismounting her steed with a clumsy thud.
This group was none other than the personal guard of Chief Logan, bound for the perilous Kasros Canyon.