Centaur the Traveler's eleventh note

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It turns out, I'm fond of villages, no matter who lives there (unless it's someone who wants to rip out your guts). They all look alike in a way. Whatever happens in the world, they live their own lives, look after their households, be it centaurs or humans...
I'm getting more and more romantic. I wonder if the travels induced this in me, or if it's an adventurer's disease, common for all wanderers. I neither can nor want to figure it out! I think I'll just go with the flow.
I've been dreaming about lying alone on a pasture, far away from home, without knowing what lies ahead, simply admiring the stars. It's time to make the dream come true. Let me find the nearest pasture and head right there.