“...I suppose additional advice couldn't hurt, though.”
My father stops, spinning around, a smile on his face. “Oh, well, okay. What do you want to know about? The Iquani, great beasts and monsters, the lands themselves?”
I frown, the sudden enthusiasm a little off-putting, though I suppose I should be happy to see him getting so excited about something that didn't come in a bottle or have breasts.
“Whatever you think would be useful.”
“Oh, well okay. Let's see. Low races in the Iquani lands is mostly boggarts, hobgoblins and redcaps, nothing all that weird. Uh, also kelpies in the wetter areas, so if you see a horse just wandering around on its own, don't go near it.”
I nod, waiting for him to continue, this is actually good advice.
“Great beasts, aside from wild behemoths, you sometimes get hippogriffs and griffins, though they're more likely to go for animals than you unless they're very hungry. Basilisks too, so be careful of caves and dark places, if you see a greenish mist low to the ground, don't breathe it in, it's deadly. You might get wyverns coming down south from the Firemarch, but it's unlikely, if you do, just be careful of the stinger, it's sharp enough to punch right through a golem's shell if they can score a solid enough hit.”
My father scratches his stubbly beard, pausing.
“If you're going near any of the old battlefields, be careful, some have been blessed and the bones given proper burials by Iquani priests, but there's plenty more they won't go near because they say they're cursed, or just because it's too far away from their routes to bother with. I think they leave some of them there just to keep us out. Low race scavengers love picking over those places, and worse things besides, angry ghosts, ghouls, warwights even, if you're really unlucky. Definitely do not go near them after dark if you can help it.”
(cont)