<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/50/RedPandaFullBody.JPG/1200px-RedPandaFullBody.JPG)</div></div><br/><br/>A small puff of red-orange fur with soft black paws ran ahead, and on seeing and smelling the recent violence, covered its nose with its paws. Boba was his name, based on carefully crafted tapioca pearls from his homeland. He approached the dying man, and despite being unable to understand his plea, snuggled close to him. A tall woman followed.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://paintable.cc/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/Digital-Painting-Inspiration-01-1.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/>Her short brown hair swayed in the breeze of the early morning as she stepped forth, a serious look on her face. She wore a tall and elaborate shield on her back, and held a long spear at her hip. She listened carefully to the story, then nodded first toward the man, then to Canticle. "I agree with Canticle. We should honor the request of this man... lest his last words are never honored." she said cautiously. She was Kiko, a dishonored warrior.