#wielderofvasilis

                   "Have you got                     a lighter?"

  ”Ayoo, ya hear that out there, them Griever's buggin' 'round?                                       Course ya hear it. Who doesn't hear it?”                                     || The Builder plopped himself down snug right next to                                        the other individual. It had been a long day, and Wyck                                        sure as hell forgot to take a shower after sweatin' like                                         a stuffed pug thrown in the bloody oven. He made a                                          ridiculously serious face as he raised his hand towards                                           the Doors of the Maze. Oh no, he was getting ready                                            to subject the poor soul to some story! Run!             ”That reminds me of a funny story, lemme tell ya. Not 'haha' funny,               per se, as ya know, them Grevier's ain't got nothin' funny 'bout them."

"You smell delicious."

"Is this your first time visiting Minas Tirith?"