[i]"That... Isn't actually the strangest thing I've heard. Especially around here... Y'know I met a chick who kills dragons for a living around here... Strange people."[/i] [b]Damien was clearly one to talk, with dress shoes on... And the fact that his suit didn't condone GMOs... But his humor was not lacking nonetheless.[/b] [i]"So... No iceberg... Damn. Thought you'd be like... A cool mystery kinda guy. But I like the whole... Uh... Russian vibe you got going on."[/i] [b]Or he was just stupid. Damien had flunked history class mostly for not caring. Sure, he could recite all America's judicial laws, and he knew the national anthems of most South African Countries. He even knew how to count in Gnomish. But that didn't stop him from purposefully being dumb...[/b] [i]"Anyways... The name's Damien. Thought I'd go for a drive with music. But my stereo broke so I did some tricks instead."[/i] [b]He extended his wrapped arm, the cloth only barely hiding the rigid and clanky design of its mechanical system.[/b]