Hoshor Plains The Golden Sun

Zoratto's keen eyes looked at the land Rakharo gestured to. This was his khalas' land now, but he meant a home within a home. A place for the khalas to return to, where they would feel safe, where they would celebrate. His Khal reiterated his thoughts, however, so they both knew what they were looking for.

"Vi goawy ini wer verthichai ornla qe d'nag." He said, looking towards the range that surrounded the Plains. "Tucked mojka persvek wer jonali somewhere, mrith gargh di pab vur sart nibel. Ideal ihk pups vur daskic." He wondered if there was a place like that was somewhere close to, or in the Plains at all. He could only wish, but a wish was nothing, he needed proof.