I come across a rusted white sign, said: do not feed the tigers
He has some stripe markings.
They are friendlier than you'd expect but struck with a persecution complex.
He left where he had previously lived but formed a band to try to track down and get revenge on those who burned his home.
In the wild they were warrior kings,
He was a lead to his band. He called all of the shots.
but here they walk alone,
In Helovia, he has not yet made any friends.
with all their treasures gone.
His jade dragon was stolen.
So I do as the sign asks, like a perfect gentleman,
and feed the tigers none.
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