POV Jocke
As Pär and I are riding out of the village into the Vast Plains my horse just follows Pär's, giving me time to look around. The Vast Plains consist of nothing but flat grasslands, with small villages and a few trees scattered around. The villages all gather some of their own resources and trade those with the other villages, making all villages prosperous in their way.
The Vast Plains borders the Southern Realm, which most of the villages' citizens despise, yet all villages remain neutral since they have no military and barely any men capable of fighting a war. And because they're harmless and the Southern Realm has no motive to go to war other than owning more terroritory.
The Vast Plains are, for the average person, a very safe place to be. With the exception of me and all people from the Southern Realm, you won't get attacked out of the blue but everyone in the Vast Plains will be suspicious of you. Outside of the villages there's little to harm you, only a few bugs, plants and cattle inhabit the wilderness of the Plains. Wolves and occassionally Bears used to inhabit or pass though the Plains, but never has the Plains seen the mythical creatures from the far lands. And because the citizens only leave their town to visit another, neither have they.
As I'm staring into the distance I get brought back to attention by Pär.
"We are nearing the mountains, get ready to dismount." he says, as I follow him into the first mountain pass.
