You had just listened into The Summors speech at his camp in the forest. Gog, he was an intimidating guy... the passion in his voice, the way the campfire casted a shadow on his face. His physique, and that confident stance. But you wanted to speak with him. And you were terrified.

As you approach him after his speech, you feel your limbs tremble like a newborn lambs. You just wanna be friends with this cool guy. The Summoner, the guy practically radiating from the sheer amount of intimidation he gives off, an amount you could never hope to match or be anything similar to.

You stand before him, the troll towering over you, his wings and horns on adding to his size, and you manage to squeak out a 'hello'.

"oh, hi! }:D"

His face lights up into the sweetest smile as he greets you, a totally different look to the scowl as he makes his speeches. Wait, what?

"Were you to ask me about something? Like, uhmm... the speech? I hope everything made sense... I-I spent a long time, uhm.. practicing it."

This is not the response you were expecting, nor prepared for. You can barely even comprehend the fact that this guy seems to be nothing but a bundle of awkward energy as he speaks tou you. The 'cool guy' image is already shattered. Before you just stands a guy with a dorky smile who barely knows how to use his words.