Aryah smiles "His name was Krojun. He was not like me. I have always been a hunter, but Krojun was an artist. Among my people, the young are sent on their life quest around your age. When I went on mine, I was chosen by Cheveyo. I am a Spirit Hunter and Cheveyo is my Spirit. When my brother came back he had made this." She shows Mara her large hammer. It's shaft is made of a black wood polished to look almost like onyx and carved with intricate runes. The hammer head is polished Graphite. Among the Moon Quah, my people, strength of any type is valued, my father was not of the Moon Quah, his Quah values only physical strength. Even though our father could be cruel, Kro would not back down from him. Kro had an inner strength and spirit that was unbreakable. He loved to laugh and played the stupidest practical jokes. His craftsmanship was sought after among all the tribes. So, when I heard the Fort was looking for a weapons smith, I encouraged him to go."