"Life is a matter of perspective, Make sure to look at it the right way"- Koba Rykari
Koba was always a odd ball, staying in his own lane focusing on his dreams, he didn't speak, simply gestured, he lived in his own tree in the woods, a large elder tree that he hollowed out to call his home, hidden from the world, Born into the Rykari family he wasn't the biggest fan of his family.
Koba - *He shrugged at the woman, pulling out a booklet, the cover made of deer skin, the paper farmed from his own elder tree, he pulld out his homemade pencil, and a pot of a black liquid, and began to write,
"I dont really have a story, im a simple person making his way through the world, trying to find something i can call home."
Old Hag - "Why dont you speak?"
Koba - "Someone took my power to speak along time ago, in favour i took his power to see life"
old hag - "You killed someone?"
Koba - "No, death was too good for him, now i must leave, im awaiting someone"
