as you were walking through the fields, minding your own business, a very rotund and plump lady took interest in you. Her name is Towa. Despite you not having anything of note, she still took a shot and got close to you, looking directly into your eyes, assessing your frame.

Well, look what we have here? A mere mortal and yet, I seek something deep within that frame, potential perhaps? So, tell me your name young one?

Towa's words were oddly comforting, despite her notorioty.

What will it entail? Only time can tell.