A messenger from the Hinterlands arrived at the Gates of Castle Catalano this morn.
The messengers beast was bellowing great smoke, as it was wicked cold out.
The messenger dismounted and strode to the entrance, he was greeted by the gateman.
What business do you have at Castle Catalano, spoke the gateman.
I come with a request, said the messenger, I wish an audience with the Great Gumba.

The gateman disappeared into the castle to confer with The Great Gumba, Let him enter grumbled the Great Gumba.

The messenger from the Hinterlands was a scraggly fellow, unkempt and smelly.
A beard of sorts graced his face and long mangy hair fell about his face, this was the condition of most of the people from the Hinterlands, and is why the Great Gumba grumbled.

As he approached the Great Hall where the Great Gumba and his Bard received visitors, he was startled by the approach of two ominous beasts, these where the guardian beasts of Castle Catalano, it was their job to protect the Bard when the Great Gumba was off defending his realm or battling foes like Floyd.

They circled the messenger and paced, back and forth, sniffing, pawing, and looking.
They waited…………. for the arrival of their Master, the Great Gumba.
As they paced, the messenger got more and more uneasy, they were beasts, after all.
Soon the Great Gumba arrived, what is your purpose here, said the Gumba.
I come to bring you a message from the King of the Hinterlands, said the messenger.

The King of the Hinterlands wishes that you allow the good people of the Hinterlands to be able to go to the Wasslands and feast upon the delicacies that lie within.

It has been a long time since I have let anyone access across the boarders to the Wasslands, however, your request has merit. You have come a great distance to my castle, you got passed my gatekeeper and the great beasts did not devour you.

Unkempt as you may be, I will grant your request. Go and tell your king that from this day forward, all from the Hinterlands may travel to the Wasslands and feast upon the great delicacies that lie within.

So Sayeth the Great White Sage.