// In general, it’s all great and I don’t see myself moving away from it any time soon, but it can be a bit complicated in some places.

“It has been a long, long time since I last met one of the Fae.” He stares at Pix for a moment. “Your kind is almost as reclusive as I am.”

Heh, if only it could be true. He was afraid, a face covered in dirt, dried and wet crimson. He was scared, he was nervous. Regular speech escaped his mind, and the only vocals that could be heard are low grunts. He's hurting. Someone had left him for dead. His hammer destroyed, pieces and cooling liquid leaking out of the head. The Defender's uniform torn and in pieces as well. Whatever happened previously is a severe situation. Where is he?Who's voice is that? It's unclear. His was lost, distorted. Was the hero a victim or some kind of crime? Right beside him, is several empty medical bottles. All of different sizes. Nearing a drain, there were differnet colored pills. This isn't unusual at all. A lazy, bloody covered hand went to the Hero's nose, trying to free his air waves. No matter what he did, or what he had tried. It was still covered. Looking up, he saw a Yordle. Hm, this one is familiar, but he couldn't tell. His vision is lost. What the hell happened? Trying to speak, it was low. Completely inaudiable.

I have a weird metabolism.

I have an affection for yordles, and it's not healthy ._.

"I DIDN’T MEAN THAT STAFF YOU PERVERT!"

She reminds me too much of Theshan at times.  So young, so carefree and innocent...I must be careful around her.  Don't need to complicate things.

"Anything that requires good people skills"