Raza

I’ll tell you what it’s like to have Raza as your hometown. It means hardship, misery, ingratitude. Every day they arrive in our little village, asking stupid questions, knowing only how to take and never giving us anything in return.

None of the young folk remain, they all leave in search of riches and glory, wanting to become heroes. Pshaw! HEROES? Let me tell you what a real hero is. Someone like Tomas, our blacksmith, who spends his days forging armor and weapons for all the would-be adventurers, knowing full well it’s all going to be lost to the mummies sooner or later. He-he.

You want to know what makes a resident of Raza? I doubt you’d understand. We are smart people, hard like diamonds and tough as leather. We smell of sweat and honest work and nothing and no one can kill us. You’re welcome to try and become one of us if you think you have what it takes. Your pretty face and shining armor alone won’t be enough, though.