They saved a young hellkin who had fallen into a pit-trap years ago. Now, they were sick and their farm was struggling, and a party of hellkin and halfbreds came and helped them. -- BKF
Fifteen years ago...
"Hey! Hey out there! Help! Please?" The voice was young, tearful, and on the very edge of utter despair. It was coming from a patch of weeds beyond the verge of the road.
It was because Naesel Dirgeye had been having a good day that he stopped. He was in a charitable mood when he headed towards the brush where he narrowly avoided falling in.
Where a small Hellkin had fallen in, forlorn in the shade of a mulberry branch. "Are you all right, sir?" said the child. "Please, I didn't mean to make you tumble. Please don't be mad?"
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