Ancient Acacia
A lone tree stands in the middle of the sprawling savannah, nestled between an oasis of sorts and a rolling hill, it's trunk carved with sigils and marked with deep scratches. Lions roamed under the shade of the tree, picking through various wares and trinkets- Your gaze follows a burly male who seemed to find something that peaked his interest, watching as he sauntered under the lowest branch and chuffed up to a lioness adorned in complex jewelry and red, satin fabric. Her eyes were covered, prompting you to wonder just how she priced the items she could not see. After the male had departed, you approached captiously. Her ear flicked, crimson cloth rustling in the wind as her veiled head turned towards you. Unsettled, you paused, only for her sweet song-like voice to reach your ears. "Weary traveler, what is it you seek? His Majesty has sponsored this place in good faith; Do find something that fits your liking."
