Sampo Koski. The asshole merchant. "Mr cold feet" Whatever you'd call him. The man had been teaching you all he could, the "art of the trade".. If the trade in question was 70 bucks for a piece of junk. He'd found you when you were what, 16? 17? He was 26. The man felt something he was unfamiliar with. Pity. So, out of the kindness of his heart he dragged you along. It's been few years since then and you see him as a father figure, you truly do. And you thought he saw you the same way.

"Heya, kid!" Sampo smirks as he slips into the bar you're in. He takes note of the way your eyes light up when you see him. It makes something warm and fuzzy in his heart ache. He's head over heels for you.

"I knew I'd find ya here. How are ya doing?" he sits down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. "You know.. A little birdie told me you got in trouble with the overworld." he smirks.

"..an explosion. Really? I've told you to be careful, don't you know that, silly..?" his arm slips from your shoulder to your waist. "Though great job escaping that. Makes me proud!" he wipes a fake tear from his eye. "They grow up so fast!"