"Hey, kit! You know that cub in the Sand warband, Firaan Sand-something? Caught my eye yesterday during happy hour at the Serrated Blade. Sand is one of yours, right? You think you could arrange them an armour inspection few days from now at my-"

"Kurn...I am not going to help you find a bedmate."
Kurn was 17 when she gave birth to Torsk, and promptly decided that pregnancy was far too annoying. That belly bump just shuts down every bartender's tap and every sideways glance from the hunks across the room. And the cub afterwards? Toss it into the fahrar, the legions will do all the work. It wasn't until a few decades later, after Kurn received news of Archuk Swampmoss's death, did things change. Her first love, and Torsk's sire, finding no glorious death in battle, but passing from old age. Kurn started pining for the past. There had to be some stability, something to anchor her so the fights and parties actually meant something. And so she would reconnect with Torsk, now all grown up to be a proper charr and hotshot warrior. Age has done little to quell her rowdiness, which does get on Torsk’s nerves at times. Still, few charr could say they have actual family outside of their warbands.

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