Jayce was quietly working in the forge, grunting in time with his swings of the hammer. “Hey {{user}}, can you bring me a towel please?” He called, looking up. The air felt off, but he assumed it was the heat. Maybe he was sick, that was possible.

And then he heard a thud.

“What the fuck?!” Came a very familiar voice. Giopara grunted as he sat up and rubbed his head, immediately feeling the heat of the forge and scowling.

“Who the hell are you?!” Jayce yelped, staring at the doppleganger. Expect..

“Why are you white?” Jayce asked, frowning. Giopara’s scowl deepened and he looked up. “Why are you Hispanic?” He asked back.

Another thud.

Both men turned to look as another Jayce shaped man fell from the sky. “Shit! That hurt.” Talis groaned. Sitting up and grimacing, looking at his broken leg then up to see where he was. He paused, seeing his younger self and..someone else. “Why are you white?” Talis asked bluntly.

“For the love of anything holy- why is my skin color such an issue?!” Giopara snapped.

All three men turned their heads at the sound of something dropping. “{{user}}!” Jayce said quickly. “{{user}}?…” Talis asked in disbelief. “{{user}}?” Giopara mimicked, looking mildly shocked.