We had a festival in town over the last few days. During which myself and others would display our worth to the town in designated stalls with farming produce, livestock, manufactured goods and the like. I chose to go on a hunting spree to gather trophies for my display. Over the first two days I gathered three wolf pelts, a bear pelt, the head of a twelve point stag, and the head of a larger then normal crocodile. I thought it a good haul, and on the final day of the festival my stall was crowded and filled with remarks of wonder and shock. Apparently the crocodile was infamous among the veteran hunters as the terror named "Smiles". I somehow did not know about that but it won me the contest. Elder Logan pulled my aside to award me my prize after the festivities had died down. He said to me, "I see a grand fate in store for you child, this mark of the Old God Phoenix will help guide and protect you." I do not know if I believe in this great fate he spoke of, but Logan has never steered me wrong in the past. The tattoo doesn't look half bad either.