They say that if you pull a cat by its whiskers for a long time, a tiger wakes up in it. Apparently, the person who decided to set a trap for me in the elven forests didn’t consider that. Again: intrigues, mysterious murders, and numerous enemies. I’m tired of it! It seems time to show my fangs and claws. Let them get used to the idea that even the unclean can start their own game—especially if one of the gods is on their side.