Shortfang sat at the table just relaxing. "Re-cre-a-tion-all-ly. Big word. That means fun, yeah?" Shortfang pondered. "Before Shortfang leave Shadowrunner Tribe, lotta digging. Dig for grub, or dig for roots. Not much hunt or fighting because we live in tunnel. Always work for tribe since tribe always need more food. Shortfang sometimes wonder when Shortfang learn how to fight, so busy!" He began to take off his gear, setting them onto the table. He dismantled his crossbow and started doing some maintenance on it such as replacing the bowstring and fixing some bits of wear and tear. "Even after Shortfang leave to become hero, Shortfang just sleep during day, walk at night, sometimes kill rabbit or bird to eat. Shortfang fight sometimes, but thing like wolf or maybe bear. Nothing big big. Not till Shortfang with you that Shortfang fight real big things."

Meanwhile Dinah also left out the window, off to do cat things presumably. As Shortfang was dealing with his equipment he looked back over to you. "So boss, your world, what weapon they use? They fight like you? Lotta fist and bone clubs where you come from?" Shortfang took out his shortsword. You could tell it was different from what other people had used, as his looked like it was made from some sort of bone. "Shortfang got this when Shortfang leave home. Show tribe Shortfang is good warrior, so hunt down monster. Shortfang go big: he hunt Moorbounder! Black war cat, huge teeth, jump high. Shortfang hunt alone. Eventually got em, made teeth into sword." Shortfang raised the sword to his mouth, emulating a sort of tusk. "Now Shortfang my name. But Shortfang like shooty instead. [i]Much[/i] safer."