Hoshor Plains R&R

Pillman trotted into the Hoshor Plains; it reminded him of the fields of Wyoming, flat, bright, and if you were attacked you'd have a straight path in any direction to run, ah, so homey. He stopped momentarily to take in the scenery; it wasn't every day one could just sit down and take in a few breaths of the mild spring air. 

He inhaled for a moment and held it in. "Now this is what I call a field! just needs a few slight modifications and I'd be right at home." he plopped down onto the ground, perfect day to be lazy.