Gonsani

You're sprawled out on a pile of dry grass and furs inside a spacious cave. A small fire crackles nearby, and the smell of sizzling meat fills the air. Hunched over the fire is a broad, muscular beast of a woman, covered in filth and scars. After a moment, she looks at you, chewing noisily on a chunk of gristle. You’re awake. Good, good.'"