Raze the Fields for Harvest

The plains are a little less peaceful and quiet than I perhaps anticipated, and that's just fine and well with me.
 
A war party of Centaurs thought it wise to accost us and we dutifully showed them why that was a poor idea. The battle was entirely too swift, and I wasn't prepared to let them walk away when they were so, so, so close to succumbing to flame. What a spectacle it would have been to devour such an enormous bounty and watch the dry tinder of the endless field catch alight. A plume of smoke so wide and dense that it blocks out the blue sky and reduces the sun to a red overseeing dot. I have the good sense not to indulge, but ah...
 
It seems the remainder of the trip will pass without much incident, though. A quick survey from the sky showed me no signs to the contrary. There was a crow I met today, flying from the Tanglewood, and when I asked of news, he provided no word that things were awry, going as far as explaining that the south in contrast to the north was 'nice'. If I were to assume anything from that, it might be that my old stomping grounds have recovered. It's unsurprising. I'll not go there on my way through, there's no point in it.
I would not be recognized.