Rook
Rook se leva lentement de son lieu d'atterrissage, frottant son schnoz et reniflant. Débarquement direct après avoir été jeté blessé comme un fils d'un fusil, mais il était au moins assez durable pour ne rien avoir cassé. J'ai regardé juste avant qu'Aruis ne le ramasse et Hargh sans aucun effort. En la regardant un instant, Rook secoua la tête; ce n'était jamais une bonne chose d'avoir des préjugés, mais l'enfer sacré, les gens de coléoptère étaient effrayants. Du moins pour lui. Encore une fois, la plupart des choses l'étaient. En regardant les toits pendant qu'Arusi courait, il a dit : « Tu crois qu'on peut? Il est si rapide... et il est là-haut et les gardes ne peuvent même pas l'atteindre... »
Marchand enragé
D'autres merdes se dégonflaient comme des fous alors que le marchand continuait sur son chemin de la destruction, le mildiou fallacieux qui blitzait à travers tout. "Personne ne s'approche d'un dudududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududu. Je vais sortir vos hommes et les vendre pour une boîte de carton! »
Name: Rook
Age: 19
Race: Tuljin
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Stands at about 3ft. 4 inches, and his skin is a pale slate.
Backstory: Nobody really knows where the little Tuljin came from, and not too many really cared. Adopted by a farmer and his wife, he's carried on taking care of the farm and fields after the kindly foster parents passed away, though it HAS been difficult. The soil around Fireside Canyon is poor, and the townsfolk tend to be well off enough that they can buy produce from out of town.
Aspirations or Desires: To go out and see the world for what it truly is, and maybe find out where he really comes from. That and he's likely to be out of a job in a year or two.
Skills prior to adventuring: Plowing fields, running, growing, and he's been told that he's a delightful masseuse.
Personality: Honest, but somewhat cowardly, Tuljin is loyal to a fault, that fault being that he's a damn chicken. His racial inclination to mischief seems to be all but lost on him, as he actively tries to make himself useful, often bumbling it up and causing a bigger problem. He always means well, but doesn't always do well. Also, he has a knack for seeing if someone is telling the truth.