An Elf and a Human were riding side by side through a forest.  Rogar the human turned to the Elf whose name was Mi, Gar “I smell smoke”.  The Elf Mi, Gar spoke “easy it might be a trap”.  Rogar replied “there is a farm a few leagues from here”.  They both broke their horse’s into a trot.  As they proceeded through the forest whiffs of smoke blew through the forest.  Rogar was an Arc Ranger, he was dressed in black leather, with a red sash that was wore cross body, he fixed it so it went across the bridge of his nose, like a thief who would tie a bandanna across his face to hide himself.  His eyes were beginning to water, he began to cough in fits.  Mi, Gar the Elf was dressed in dark green forest garb.  He wore leather armor covered by a heavy wool green cloak.  His keen sense was effected as well making it difficult to pick things out.

     They had made it to the clearing were they could see the farm.  They could hear the crackling and see black smoke rolling off the top of the house,barn and small surrounding buildings. With their eyes blurred it looked like a huge bon fire.  A family of Centaurs lived on the farm, they had two children, and Rogar and Mi, Gar worried.  They spurred their horses toward the farm.