even Raider's mow their lawns

Much like when they had been scoping out lands around the Islands that might be advantageous, Modesty found herself shouldering her way through the towering grasses of the Plains, the thick scent of prey and their criss-crossing paths leading her on deeper into this foreign land. While there was an advantage to the high grass, she was sure, all she saw was an inferno waiting to be ignited when one of Kenway's stills blew up. She exhaled through her nose, supposing the goats could probably make short work of knocking some of the grass down, or at least getting it to a manageable level, so they could see what they were hunting, if indeed, the Raiders decided to turn their attention this way.

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