“I have watched for countless years as the protection of the people lay nestled in the leaves. Great wars have been fought, cities have sprung from the once sacred plains. Mother nature has both created, and destroyed land. The now selfish people of the planet have divided into 3. The first of the 3 call themselves the Marks. The people of this faction are brutal and relentless. They dont except strangers kindly and torture other faction leaders into giving up land and resources, which are used to push farther into the Darklands, the last blank spot on the map.”

“Whats wrong with that?” Asked the slowly moving Mossman.

“The evil resides in the Darkland, finding it would releash it on the world, creating a 2nd war of force. The other 2 factions are dwindling if the Marks shadows. The Leds have a strong defense, but do not belive in fighting the Darkland excavation. The Snar is a new uprising, dedicated to destroying the Marks. So have you answered your question?”

“Yes. Can you take me to the Snar?”