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Once, when I was a kid, I found an iorich's nest by a stream and kicked it to pieces - not out of cruelty, I just wanted to see if the parents would come after me. Some people would say that youthful episode is me in a nutshell. I don't listen to them; I like to think I'm smarter now.
The point is, they never did track me down – so far, that is. Maybe that's why I'm always looking over my shoulder. Maybe it's because of the other nests I've destroyed since.
I should thank them; they've kept me alive.