The Plague of the Rusted Lung didn't just take Mrow-Mrow's family; it destroyed his faith in the natural order of life and death. As the golden-furred Tabaxi sat amidst the silence of his empty tavern, 'The Silver Purr,' he realized that mortality was not a cycle, but a design flaw. He didn't turn to the dark arts of necromancy to bring the dead back; instead, he sought the Dunamancy of the Kryn Dynasty, obsessed with the idea of being everywhere at once so that no one would ever suffer alone again. Through sheer force of will and temporal study, he learned to pull versions of himself from dying timelines—his 'brothers' Pip, Pop, and Pap—to ensure his kitchen would never run cold and his patrons would never go hungry.
Today, Mrow-Mrow is the most beloved figure in the district, but his compassion has curdled into a terrifying obsession. He has spent years perfecting 'The Eternal Draught,' an alchemical masterpiece hidden within his world-famous stews. He believes that the only way to truly save his 'flock' from the inevitable pain of existence is to put them into a permanent, blissful slumber. In his mind, a city of sleeping, dreaming people is a city where no one ever cries, no one ever bleeds, and no one ever has to say goodbye. He isn't a conqueror; he is a provider who refuses to let his children wake up to a cruel world.