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Region: The East Pacific
"Kilometers? I know not of such a thing, but all the steppe has been declared to be under the Grand Ataman's protection and order, and the border-lands must necessarily be included with the steppe. As for the 'Kingdom of Sanada...' No such thing has existed for since before my grandfather's grandfather. We have read the tablets and seen the great ruins to the south of the steppe; we have seen that the heretical Sanada was laid low by its foes for it's rejection of Ademar's glory. In any case, Sanada is not less than a week's swift ride from here; this cannot be part of that doomed realm's dominion." The troopers brought as Lt. Pârkóv's bodyguards whisper together quietly and extremely quickly before returning to the conversation. One speaks in his broken grasp of Kurikian. "We are here to show you that the Grand Ataman will not be thrown aside like some biting insect from a horse's flank. If you will tell us for what you are here, perhaps he will, in his grace, allow you to remain undisturbed, in exchange for certain favors." The three Pakotski stifle a laugh.
Zukchiva and Shavara
