For the longest time, I avoided you like the plague. You asked me to group, I turned you down. You talked to me and I ignored you. I had some SERIOUS issues with your name, especially once you had your last name added. Anytime a name is ripped from popular fiction and used on the mud, I find it difficult to interact with them IC.

Then I started being forced to spend time with you because of my obligations to the Fortress. After a bit I began to tolerate you. Then I started to geuinely LIKE you. We always had such a great time together, putting the men to shame with our prowess, making the stuffier elders blush, and getting ourselves killed charging off into god only knows where, that we had no business going with a group of less than 5. Heh. Damn am I going to miss you. I promise to take good care of Yaofhil for you.