He rose not for vengeance, nor for hunger, but because silence refused him.
Carries no banner, claims no home, just a song half-hummed and a path half-known.
Whispers lies, steals socks, sets fires—usually in that order.
Hungry, curious, and unaware of the concept of property damage.
Naps on shiny things, maker help you if you try to move either.
“It’s just a goat,” they said. Then it chewed through the map, headbutted the wizard, and led us out of the cursed forest like it owned the place.
No no—see, you’ve got it all wrong. Let me tell you how it really went.
...seems to come and go at will, slipping through barriers with the same ease it dismisses commands.
