I was born Deathfang Slitthroat son of Warfang Slitthroat.
I helped him with things in the horde. As I grew older and stronger, I
grew bored with the horde. We did nothing! No fighting or killing. My
long fangs ached for war. So I left and wandered, and now I have found
this horde. I am a ferret, jetblack with unmatching eyes, and unnaturally long
fangs which I stain red. I carry a sword and am quick and deadly.
