One month ago I slew a Coraro with my empty hands. Others were jealous and ashamed that they did not dare to hunt Coraro even with weapons. I cannot explain that I did not seek the creature out, that I fought for my very life with it. To do so would be a sign of weakness, and weakness is even worse than my overabundance of strength. Yet I wish someone, somewhere, would be willing to ignore my accomplishments, would want more of me than just a hunter and warrior, would desire me not just because I am strong, and a good source of meat, wealth, and reknown. I doubt I will find such a person in Dorsal.