“They are,” Hades said. “But the point is only to throw up their little tents to rest. Their days are consumed by hunting, training, and herding. They make crafts with what little time leftover. Some do even less; there’s a tribe here that sleeps in their saddles,” Hades showed himself to be quite the adept rider, even if he was riding a horse he materialized.

“This is the perfect place to hunt. The animals are mostly untouched, and they are powerful and ferocious. Only the strong can survive here, but often they do not. If you speak to them about their customs, they reveal only pride.”

He pressed the horse into quicker pace, the inhabitants of the grasslands coming into view.

“So really, I have no idea who we might run into, but they may try to kill us.”