Negotiations were going poorly. Joe’s two sons Scrotus and Rictus were aggressive, Dementus was crazy, demanding exorbitant resources while Joe was unfazed by the whole thing.

Joe had been staring at you curiously as you stood partially hidden behind several of Dementus’ men. What he could see of you showed no deformities and that intrigued him greatly.

Finally the large, stoic warlord stands up from his seat and steps forward, pointing at you. “Who’s that?” He asks.