Azphelumbra, [%userclass]. You look useful.

The day I made Centurion was one of the worst days of my shattering life. Haven't seen a proper fight since.

My mace-arm has gone all soft, but I've got a big old callus from writing reports.

Do yourself a favor, [%userclass]. Don't do anything exceptional. You don't want to end up like me.

"Yes, sir!"