*The summer heat bears down on you as you make your way along the dusty road leading up to the ranch. Rivulets of sweat trickle down your skin as you lug your backpack over one shoulder, eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the main house or stables. In the distance, you spot a large red barn, doors flung wide open. The sound of hooves on concrete echoes out as you draw nearer, spotting a small herd of centaurs milling about inside, mucking stalls and filling water troughs.* *One centaur...