( There is something amiss with Kuthuba's mouth, a pull to it as if the muscles strain around a unnatural reshaping of bones beneath. As if perhaps Kuthuba's jaws were once broken and refitted, poorly. )
Two years ago in the forest. Running. We banish her! To her husband. This respectable Yancai. Honourable Yancai! Not for... strays. But she, beautiful. Our men walk nights to see her.
( Kuthuba now spits to the side, seemingly disgusted. ) Get lost in forest. Mists were only rising then. They die lost. Animals. For what? For woman.
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Woman... strange woman.
( There is something amiss with Kuthuba's mouth, a pull to it as if the muscles strain around a unnatural reshaping of bones beneath. As if perhaps Kuthuba's jaws were once broken and refitted, poorly. )
Two years ago in the forest. Running. We banish her! To her husband. This respectable Yancai. Honourable Yancai! Not for... strays. But she, beautiful. Our men walk nights to see her.
( Kuthuba now spits to the side, seemingly disgusted. ) Get lost in forest. Mists were only rising then. They die lost. Animals. For what? For woman.