“I was the firstborn of my generation. Our Den’s Head Father spent most of my fillyhood trying to make me the son he could never have.” She spat. “He taught me to fight, gave me the best education our den’s wealth could buy. Thanks to him, I can speak Prench, Equish, and Germane, and know twenty different ways to disarm an opponent. When his body was interred in the family crypt, I would, how do you say, be the big man of the family.”  