_Nakhal

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

((How do you respond?))

Chiba ducks low as he enters the tent and extends his hand for a handshake to the old hag. "Mi wuz born in bloodshed! Onlee da ztrong survive in my clan! Chiba iz da ztrongezt!" as he says this he holds his head in high esteem. "Mi fought to live in a world dat wantz to peep mi flat. Mi nevur had love or peace on diz cold dezollate hellzcape. Diz all changed one day when I peeped her. A ztruggling fawn waz trapped in da heavy rain. I took piddy on da creature and saved it. From that day on it followed mi and it kept mi happy! Pinkehz in dere arroganz found us in da woodz and took my baby deer in mi zleep. No matter how hard mi fite. Mi nub could ztop dem. I felt angrier dan mi ever have when I peep dem hit mi liddle friend. Mi entered a rage Mi had nevur felt and everyting went black. When Mi wake up again, I thot it wuz okee, but to mi horror the lazt creature I slew waz mi fawn fren'. A zunami of pain mizery and zadnezz enznared mi and mi nub wanted wagh no more. Krug made life a cruel joke for his own amuzement. I now where da zkin of my companion to remind mi dat mi life can no have zunshine."