((In the beginning...))
Shadefur sat quietly as the two halfwit corsair weasels Ferg and Rodj, made their report. There's a big river running up into a big forest sire! The one they calls Mossflower! Shadefur sat up in his seat, his tail twitching excitedly. He growled menacingly, Hmmm, Mossflower, aye? Soon it shall be the Forrest of Shadefur! Rodj, up with the mast! We are going to Mossflower!
((I am Shadefur, I plan to change my name and looks once I have enough money))