The moment the people of Oglolor set sights on the centauroids, everything stops. They both marvel and cower at the sight of such strange creatures. Most of them not even aware that the OuterLands exist. A hefty, Olympian-shaped Viking appears to relax the masses.

"Continue your acquiring of goods. I, Servius, messenger of Honn the Overlord, approve the arrival of these guest!"

A few children hesitate to pet one of the folmons, still attached to the stagecoach. ...