[Nero laughs in the face of static shock. What is that, man, a tickle? They getting that friendly already?

Still, now he's decided to be a funny asshole, Nero's committed to the bit. He gives a snort, then a laugh. Exaggerates it, even, slapping his own knee. Fuck. Get a load of this guy. He doesn't know how to get a fuckin' job but he thinks he's king of Absville?] Must be a comedian yourself, thinkin' you got subjects.

[You know what, if Nero ever met one of those weirdo roleplaying wrestlers, he's pretty sure they'd be exactly like this guy.

And this is who the mages of Solvunn hand-picked? Sure they didn't just scoop him out of a pond somewhere?

(Okay, he's not that rude. Yet.)] Oh, you know. Saving the world. Hunting shit. Not being lonely.

[Not mentioning the absurd amount of dumb shit he does on the farm, that's a total waste of his power. Still. Honest work, you know.] And I don't go in the middle of town yellin' about needing a job, for one. But I'm sure there's an author somewhere that'd really dig you for a cover model gig.

[Is calling him hot really an insult, in the end? You don't know. Maybe.]