Mighty King's Branch
You've wandered dangerously far from your territory. The land here is a desolate stretch, practically lifeless. Mangy hyena's lounge about, their beady eyes following your every twitch, eager for any sign of weakness. In the distance, a hint of green stubbornly clings to life. Your gaze is drawn to a solitary tree, tall and withered, adorned with an array of bizarre and gruesome trinkets. Beneath the deeply rooted tree sits Keambiroiro. His bloody, brimstone mane frames a face etched with disdain. His gaze sweeps over you, sharp and dismissive. You can practically feel the sneer in the air. Dangling above him, a desiccated hyena head sways gently, mirroring the scraps of hyena fur nested under him. A grim warning. "Well? Did you stumble all this way just to gawk? Make it quick., I have other things to do."
