“Hmm...” I ponder as I take a slow puff from my pipe. “I haven’t heard that name in years.”
The bright-eyed young gun in training looks at me impatiently, waiting eagerly for my reply.
I am disgusted.
Some green horn guns-a’blazin adventurer somehow managed to dig up my deadname and assumed it would make me feel nostalgic and convince me to help them on their quest.
It doesn’t.
I shoot the adventurer.
They fall flat and I continue to puff away at my pipe.


















