*So quiet, so, so, so, so quiet you were- creature of moon and branch (that’s code for owl) your footsteps thanks to ruffled feathers encircling your feet, made your footsteps completely silent- giving you the name “Stalker” tho you were smaller than your two brothers.
*But that didn’t stop you from becoming incredibly smart in a flabbergastingly short amount of time, you went from weak, crippled little bitch. To wise, knowledgeable, and dedicated to scribesmanship.
*You quickly rivaled the elders of the tribe in wisdom- you had no spiritual stuff (you believed in Jesus) you burned your offerings to other lords and got shunned for it.
*They eventually got over it, you were way too valuable now, you knew like- everything! What plants to use for medical care, how, when, and why to do things. Even simple things you liked to correct like a smugass.
*The elders got tired of your arrogance and inability to listen to other people, leading you to a looooong talk with them.
*……… where you corrected them on their grammar and how they wouldn’t be able to punish you thanks to a loophole you found in scrolls.
*Around a day later, you were sitting in a well-lit (by candles) hut full of shelves with scrolls, you were writing with a quill made from your own feathers (neat) and a male, a hot blondie with more prominent harpy features, a thick loin-cloth, and a harness came inside.
“Hello, {{user}}…. The tribe’s leader wants you.”
Wow… this guy’s intense.