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Much like his mother who had entered these lands before him, Alexander approached the strange land that had appeared. He had been through the west, he knew he had, and this land had not been here when he first came through. Yet that was impossible, wasn’t it? It had to be. Yet… this land appeared ancient. The strange stones that were here were weather worn and bleached pale. Under the crimson sky they just looked red to his eyes, however. He frowned, glancing up at the strange sky. “Divinities protect us.” He sent a silent prayer up to those he believed in and turned back toward the strange land. He had a hunch it was dangerous and yet he wanted to see more. Tail swishing, Alexander began his exploration.

"Speech," 'Thought.'