[Please, never explain dinosaurs to him, Qubit. Carlisle's brow tightens just a hair.]
They were. For the kind near Bear Den, it was more that they didn't get along with those moving into the valley. They kept to their forest, blessed as it was by their deity, and the people to the town they had built. Our estate was nearly between the two. Other kinds beyond the mountains were not so lucky.
[He chooses a tea from his wall of bottles — not paw plant, but something more traditional, perhaps with a slight kick to fight away the morning chill — and continues, his voice even, impassive.]
The pelts of Forest Folk sold well when they could be harvested. Their parts were rare, their resources rarer still, and many viewed them as more akin to animals than people.
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They were. For the kind near Bear Den, it was more that they didn't get along with those moving into the valley. They kept to their forest, blessed as it was by their deity, and the people to the town they had built. Our estate was nearly between the two. Other kinds beyond the mountains were not so lucky.
[He chooses a tea from his wall of bottles — not paw plant, but something more traditional, perhaps with a slight kick to fight away the morning chill — and continues, his voice even, impassive.]
The pelts of Forest Folk sold well when they could be harvested. Their parts were rare, their resources rarer still, and many viewed them as more akin to animals than people.