"Inged, son of Shatara and last of the Sharp Fangs tribe. Got nowhere to go, and my hands've been feeble a lon

"Inged, son of Shatara and last of the Sharp Fangs tribe. Got nowhere to go, and my hands've been feeble a long time... I sit here and eat whatever Coal brings me, waiting for some kind person to pass by and help an old man bury all these bones. But no one comes here. Must think it's a cursed place... and they're right."