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Banana:

Banana had to hurry if he was to successfully collect the mithril he needed before sunrise. His blue wings shined brilliantly in the moonlight, his Harpy background was a good way to start out life. As the Snowpeak tribe dawned closer, he started to drop lower and lower, making sure to land in a secluded area so he could prepare for the theft he was about to pull off.

His people lived on basin, living off the deer there and largely relying on bows and arrows, as other weaponry was too heavy to carry during flight. They were a formidable force, although prefered to stay hidden after the last time humanity found them. That was a dark time, and one Banana had to push out of his mind as he carefully inserted his wings into a fake backpack, so as to hide the identity of his race should he be seen. He found his way into the storehouse, and started to take the mithril he had been tasked with obtaining. As he finished this, he heard the door opening. There was nowhere to hide. Banana looked on in fear as two burly men walked up and grabbed him by the arms, and threw him into a cell. His fake backpack fell off with him.

As the two men left the room, they were replaced by a tall, thin man, who looked the kind of person who would feel no remorse after stabbing Banana in the throat with a blunt stone knife.

He smiled maliciously.