Twisted Fate had to hide the scowl on his face as he received the news of the Institute's newest champion. The fishy bastard himself, Tahm Kench, a very familiar name from his old river town home. The slimy creature had approached him a few times as a child, merely curious about the "fate" that lay in store for him, but after being exiled, it was almost like Tahm was waiting around every corner for him. "Here to nab a few more souls, I see. You bet your ass you ain't gettin' mine," he chuckled.
Tahm hadn’t expected a warm welcome, so Twisted Fate’s harsh words did not elicit a response from the massive catfish other then a deep chuckle. “Now now, that’s hardly a way to greet an old friend.” Tahm waddled closer. “And who exactly said it was your soul I’m even after?” Despite his amicable grin, his eyes were cold and predatory. No need for pretext with this old coot. “This place is an all you can eat buffet for a guy like me. You can’t swing a yordle without hittin’ some poor fool wishin’ to change his fate.” He waddled right on past the man. “Got plenty to occupy me while I wait for you to make the right decision. Hell, maybe that Graves fella could prove a good appetizer?”
