Story from his FR page:
After spending a night in your new home, you decide that it would be more productive to explore the island and meet its inhabitants, as Topper had mentioned there were quite a few already living here.
As you step out through your door, the sweet melody of a stringed instrument reaches your ears. Its source not too far away. Being a music enthusiast, curiosity leads you to follow the sound to its source. A Wildclaw perched in an apple tree. He pauses his playing as you approach, his pale eyes fixated on you. He doesn't seem hostile, but an underlying sense of unease lingers in the air.
As you draw closer, you realize the dark stripes on his body are deep scars burned into his skin, causing his scales to be blackened. The deepest of the burns leek steady whisps of inky fog. The sight of it puts you on edge.
"Ah, so you're my new neighbor,"
\he remarks casually, strumming the lute before adjusting one of its strings. "Is this yours? It washed up on the shore yesterday." He lightly emphasizes his point by jostling the instrument.
You shake your head to indicate that it's not, surprised to hear that it arrived on the same day you did.
"Good, that means you don't mind me keeping it then," he responds with clear satisfaction and resumes playing a short tune. You recognize it as a song often played by your flight, and it brings you comfort. A smile of appreciation spreads across your face, and you no longer feel the initial fear of Salos, despite his somewhat rusty musical skills.