The human was kind to all, no matter who they were, or what they were. It was tradition in their family that went back generations. So when the badly wounded, nearly unconscious, and very skittish, Kormwind IX was found on the ground in the nearby wood, they brought him into their home, bandaged the wounds, treated fever with medicine, and asked for nothing more than the occasional game of chess or checkers in the evenings if he felt up to it. -- Anon Guest
[AN: The whole point behind Kosh's story is that he never knew a kind touch before he met a certain someone. So this story is ADT-Adjacent]
Woodcutters have a knack for finding things on the job. Mischievous Faekindred, magic items, talking animals, new family members... In all cases, it generally pays to be kind. Verin had held onto that belief even when it hurt him. He insisted on helping wayward souls who crossed her path.
Even when the surprise find was a grown-ass Hellkin mumbling in several tongues. His skin was scorching hot, but Verin had no idea if that was normal for Hellkin.
She could guess that it wasn't, since he was curled in on himself as if in pain.
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