When i woke up and fell into this world, i wasn't me. A barely glimmer o' consciousness, trapped inside a swollen, **faceless** corse. It's been a long time sith then, and i've almost managed to heal completely. Withal Great Work i wast able to resurrect mine own King, and now i can eat, drink and feel alive and beautiful again. But don't touch me, and if e'en the thought o' harming me flasheth through thy mind, i shall order thee to remove the skin from thy legs and put thy kneeth in salt!