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weight 1500+ (110) lira

When the humans crest the hill you are ready for them, and pleased to see it's only a group of four men. You pounce and kill one in an instant, certain that this will cow the others. And to think you have another meal! But one man, the one with a yellow sash catches a glimpse of a tattered and bloody cloth caught the grass, he sees the blood on your mouth. This sends him into a rage and he shouts "Lira!" rallying his friends. They attack, and the young man with a yellow sash gets lucky, driving his spear through your heart. You thrash and die in the grass, as the others stab you again and again. You become a legend in the town, but your bones are scattered to the winds.