A falcon soared overhead analyzing the movements of the people below with precise detail. They sought a savior and had found none. Out of their desperation, a terrible fate would be birthed. The falcon returned to Sloozle with delightful news.

“Master, it’s time.”

The mighty Furgnome Mercenary rose to his feet sword in hand. The people needed a champion and none had appeared. Their spirits were weak, their situation desperate. The last of their hope would be torn from their faint hearts. His raiding parties had been toying with their supply lines for months. For too long he had waited. His dark heart eager to bring destruction to the city. To their home.

His fist clinched tightly to his green long sword, it’s steel thirsty for blood. War would come with the dawn and this time he was ready.

Entered by: 0x8B98…9E3f and preserved on chain (see transaction)