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Bone Reader

He was born during the night, pale as the moon, he had no scales to protect him. His teeth and claws were brittle and his bones were light, he would never take part on the glory of the battlefield. Shunned and ostracized he dedicated himself to the mystic arts, he learned how to read the bones and the stars, the plants that could cure and those that could kill, how to predict the weather and the rhythm of the floods. His predictions and advice became so accurate that even the warchiefs that despised him before now sought his knowledge. Now all the tribes know of the scaleless bone reader that hides from the sun and walk with the spirits at night.