As I walked closer to the grove, I started to see semi permanent huts. Always the roamers, centaurs would settle in one place for a while before moving. Though if this forest was all they had, I was surprised it was not more permanent. I heard chatter, children playing, and songs weaved through the air. Parting some of the branches, I entered into the main center of the tribe’s grove. In the scant bit of light coming through the trees, there were few motes of lights that floated in the air, illuminating the grove. I was surprised they never evolved to see in the dark. A ceremonial fire ring stood in the center. Several huts scattered around the ring, each in precise locations. The biggest hut, the chieftains hut, was on the far side on a slight incline. 