(Remake pending...)

A modest file sits before you, one with natural materials and decorative wooden framing.

“Ah, yes, the Holy Mud Monks. Probably the most dedicated group to peace and religious practice, I’ll say.” The file opens, revealing the face of a coppery mudwing. Their eyes look back with a radiant warmth. “Kind folk, probably the kindest. Heard they even take in wounded soldiers when they cross their way, no matter their tribes or history. In the middle of a war too? I’m impressed they’re even able to withhold such a... spiritual lifestyle in a time like this. Crazy world eh? I guess this is one of the better examples... Though, perhaps they are... following the wrong god...?”