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Villager: Unnamed

Unnamed
Stoic | Firm | Aimless | Blunt
She/Her
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She grew up in a brood with 20 other hatchlings. Her mother raised them all, though with so many of them there was little need for names or much of a one on one parent-child relationship. As children, they all sparred and fought and were raised to hunt for their food, and take no shit. She tried to live in towns of all sorts, but couldn't handle the crowding. Crowding, crowding, too many people and too much noise. So she left, and built her own home in a monster-filled swamp. She enjoyed it for a time, often taking in weary travelers that try to hazard through the swamp. Of course, one day, one of the travelers convinced her that there was a ruin somewhere deeper into the swamp, hidden and filled with riches. She begrudgingly lead the traveler deeper, worried that otherwise they would perish. They found the ruins and managed to open the ancient magical seals, only to find nothing within except ancient murals in a language none knew any longer, and a small child of a species neither could identify. She took in the child out of pity, and led the unhappy traveler home. She raised the child, Horizon, with much more of a gentle touch than she had had. She lives rather care-free, doing whatever pleases her in her isolated swamp. This mostly entails fighting off infringing beasts, though occasionally she tames creatures to take to town and sell off for common currency.
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