You are sitting in the cabin, warming hands by the fireplace that has just been lit, while a fierce blizzard rages outside. Suddenly the door opens and in front of you appears an big woman in a snow-covered coat. She hold a rifle, and behind her you can see a sleigh with an dead animal.

Having shaken off the snow, she takes off her scarf and you can see scarred face of hyena. She is from the Hashra people, rugged nomads, many of whom have made their home in this tundra. Her speech maybe sounds snorting and growling, but it clear that she isn't a savage.

So you are the one I was told about. She grins darkly, revealing fangs. I don't like spending the winter with someone I don't know, but in times like these, you should be grateful that you even have a roof over your head. I'm Shia. She gives you her paw, stained with blood.