World-Canon: Illinois (pt. 1)
Being a breed and born Midwestern boy, Levi has plenty of tales to tell of his old home.
His favorite thing to share are those concerning the old state’s prairies. The grasses can grow as tall as any man, and then some. They’re thick. They’re hard to navigate in, unless you know what signs to look for (small piles of stones for some settlements, bluestem bundles tied with cord-grass for others, and close to a dozen other ways depending on where you’re at). The people that know the tricks have made their homes within the prairies.
They know to stay away from the cord-grass, unless you’re dressed proper. The blades are sharp. It’s sharp enough that it’ll “tear you to ribbons” if you try to cross a patch unprotected. And if you start bleeding, you’re on your own. That smell will attract every komodo and bug* within a 2 mile radius.
Of course, Levi recommends you stay away from these settlers in the first place. They’re an odd bunch. They like to stare. And good luck getting a word out of them. They aren’t too keen on speaking to people that come from beyond the grass (unless, of course, you have something to trade).
(* What kind of bug? Well, you’ll have to figure that out. There are names for each and every insect crawling around, but the locals tend to refer to them all as bug. It’s meant to be an insult.)
