Toroyahk was a young Droyedin. These people had a hard, shiny shell covering their body that was almost always one solid color. Their face had four human-like eyes, two at the front and two at where their cheekbones would be. The thing that set them apart from their False Droyedin counterparts were the flaps of stiff but not completely solid exoskeleton on both sides of their waist, hanging down all the way to their knees, almost resembling some fancy armor. Their fingers were hard and dull near the end from many hours of grinding their “claws” down to a rounded fingertip, which allowed them to feel the texture of things because the nerves have become closer to the outside. Toroyahk lived on a wild carrot farm, growing a cover of white flowers over the soft, mossy mud beneath. The cover of the tall trees above do make farming difficult at times, but the yearly flood in the winter from the holy Shaaneucle River, pulling nutritious sediment from the highlands upstream, at the origin of many springs. He worked with his father, Maroyahk, as well as a domestic Oakhorn, who Toroyahk has had in his family since his great-great grandmother found the poor young sentinel abandoned after it’s tyrannical Stag leader had been hunted by the chief for a raid it had led into the town. It had carved its sturdy wooden horn into a forked spear to more easily extract the giant carrots from the earth. Toroyahk and his father both believed in the Crab Goddess, Great Crebe, so they wore simple clothes, wrappings made of giant palm tree leaves, to show their faith to the beach-loving deity. The fronds are tough enough to not be torn by the sharp shell of their bodies. Toroyahk and his father’s shells were both dark brown, and both had sky-blue eyes. Maroyahk’s shell had cracked in some places as his work has allowed his muscles to grow faster than his shell could heal. Toroyahk did not want to be a farmer like his father. He had no interest in having children. No interest in settling down quietly, not until he was too crippled to continue traveling, as all Tyneihans are biologically immortal. However, Toroyahk did not have an exciting place to live in mind. Most towns had fallen since the end of the Greater Highland Tribe, who invented the metal-segment constructs and many more magics. At this time, there were only two large villages remaining, as well as a few smaller hamlets dotted here and there. Mohaltuhkk only had a population of fifty two, and the other large town, Tsi-Tsalonuhkk had only twenty five more, even though it was situated in a series of huge fruit trees above a larger, ruined Highland Tribe village. Tsi-Tsalonuhkk was significantly smaller, and so were the homes. It was much more compact and its primary species, the Aermahals, were only about half the size of the Droyeden and a third smaller than the Purebloods, the second most populous species.
