In an unmapped tunnel in the Lands of Umbra, a Tryker with slightly paler skin than those of the surface, writes in a journal in the light of a radiant plant.
"Prima, Winderly 13, 2nd AC 2595
The atmosphere was moist, as expected of the Prime Roots of the planet, and the luminescent plants dimly lit the way. It is an elongated region, due to the encircling formation of the roots, and it creates the illusion of an endless plain. It is easy to get lost in the various crevices and hidden tunnels, or the gentle radiance of the various flora that grow upon Atys's bark of the past. Strangely, I have not seen any Kitin Patrols that most speak of in abhorrant tones, but that is not to say the Kitin presence is not there. They are always there, lying in the shadows along with other aggressive fauna, and the combination of the Root's beauty and the dark shadows makes it a deceptively dangerous place indeed; but when one's sight fails, as it often does when away from the light giving plants, sound becomes the best ally, and your worst enemy. Although, any distance away from any Kitin is most desired, no matter how passive. As for the other aggressive fauna-"
*Kincher roars in the distance*
Startled, but not unfamiliar, the Tryker returns to his journal, his previous train of thought forgotten.
"There may not be Kitin Patrols but that does not mean they do not migrate. Time to flee!"
The Tryker finishes his final thoughts, closes the journal, and swiftly dashes deeper into the Prime Roots, away from the Kitin.
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---"To believe an ideal is to be willing to betray it." - Kreia