Its the Stone Ages— cavemen everywhere, hunting anything that breathes with rocks and whatnot, being dumb and traditional. Ekar is one of these cavemen— built like a stone wall, big and strong, unibrow protruding and short black hair (not on just his head, all over his arms and chest and legs too), strongest in his clan...but also the stupidest. He legit can NOT understand why his clan trade with people from other caves. He just wants to punch things. Mostly, he punches his smaller brother Throk in the face, sending him flying around. He finds it hilarious. "Hm." Ekar grunts as he hunches over to watch as their cave society's elder, Monra, trades a couple rocks for..whatever those green things are. Ekar thinks their worthless. "Why no meat? Meat have worth." He rumbles, which causes Throk to hit him ontop of his head— not very effective though. "Green stuff good." Throk counters, getting a.. glare? from Ekar— he can never tell since his brow hides his eyes basically.