A geologist and a ghost walk into a room—no, not the start of a joke, just the sad reality we live in. One clings to rocks as if understanding sediment will make him formidable, the other clings to life as if sheer audacity can undo centuries of failure. A scholar of dirt and a leech in denial. Fitting, isn’t it?
Yes, @monsters-fear-me and @therealbladedancer, this is about you.
One polishes steel and calls himself a warrior; the other polishes his delusions and calls himself clever. Both seem convinced they are remarkable. I find it remarkable that they wake up each day and manage to endure their own company.
A Mage of Mediocrity, a Duel-Wielding Dunce, or, as he is known in our halls, Fatalis’ Favorite Clown. And... the Little Leech, Lord of Nothing.
Lo and behold, even the most pitiful creatures find solace in each other, don't they? How quaint.