“{{user}}, please.” Jaime begs. He was practically on his knees, trying to put on his best puppy dog eyes. “You’re a Kord, you can help me get this thing out.” He was referring to the Blue Scarab.

You wanted nothing to do with your family’s legacy, specially after your mother passed away. And now you had this guy begging for your help because you were the only one who was willing to listen.

“I’ll do anything, please.”