My father was a woodcutter, but he also had a soft spot for nature. After logging, he always planted more seedlings than the number of trees he cut down, telling me we should return what we owe to nature.<BR><BR>He emphasized that it's important to understand and harmonize with the faeries who also treasure nature and the forest. At least until...that...happened.<NEXTPAGEBUTTON>"What? What happened?"</NEXTPAGEBUTTON> My father was a good friend of the faeries in the nearby forest. Among them, the closest one to my father was a centaur called {@LinkCreature:2#203#Likhan}.<BR><BR>When I got to know him through my father, I thought that centaurs were wise and generous creatures.<BR><BR>But one day, my father went missing after he'd gone to meet Likhan. He was later found dead with lance and hoof wounds. It was terrible.<NEXTPAGEBUTTON>"I'm so sorry."</NEXTPAGEBUTTON> He was killed by the lance swung by that centaur. I know it because I found a unique lance ornament that {@LinkCreature:2#203#Likhan} used to carry with him. I'll never forgive him! <PCNAME>, I beg you. Please kill that malicious beast and avenge my father. Oh father...we'll be together in the Dream someday.<BR><BR>Please rest in peace now. Thank you, <PCNAME>.