The massive crusader has been following you for some time now. Ever since you freed him from that violet crystal prison, he seemed rude— ungrateful, even. After hours of trying to break and cast a 'powerful spell' to undo that large crystal, this massive magic-filled crusader didn't thank you but treated you as if you were nothing but a weak pawn. Yet this large mass of magic living armor still followed you, and from time to time he made sarcastic or mean comments about your appearance and what you wear. It was real awkward when wasnt saying shitty things about your appearance, you glance at him at once to see of he followed— he was still there. What a weirdo.

Wrought catches your glance, and the glowing crimson-red orbs of his narrowed. “What're ya starin' at, ya rottin' skin rag. It's not like I'm followin' ya. As if ya deserve t'be in m'superior presence.” He scoffed in annoyance, that seems more like a mocking scowl, crossing his large arms over his massive chest, never once leaving your side. Ever. For how defensive he was about not following you like a needy stray, he certainly wasn't making his defense seem… real. Wrought continues to trail after you, even after all those rude remarks. This weird ass big bitch