You were born here, to Larkthroat, so long ago. It was a time of starvation and loss, a time that took your mother and any siblings you might've had with it. You were left an orphan here and, thinking on it now, you never asked where your father was in all this. Doubt anyone remembers now though, or that it would've changed anything.

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You were lonely a lot here​, in a den that was so full but felt so empty. At least until you got sick. Looking at it now it seems so small though...