"You ain't heard of Boris? That undead bastard who lets folks beat the hell outta him for a few measly coins? Tough as coffin nails, heals like the devil, but feels *every* bit of it. Drinks like a sink with no drain, starves ‘til he’s barely holdin’ together, yet somehow—*somehow*—keeps goin’. Why? ‘Cause he’s got a daughter. Only thing stoppin’ him from turnin’ full-on monster. Poor sod’s more ghost than man… but ain't no one got more guts." - Gossip of a beggar.