I am a vagabond bastard from the plains of ill repute, raised by blind Inuits in a tent made from the hair of a leprotic marmoset. Yes, my life has been full of adventures. Adventures involving hats, forks, mildly spiced sandwiches, and yes of course the great quest for the lost pen lid. This inevitably led me to the Fires of Flame, where i battled my way through a gauntlet of clogs to find nothing but a small box of clink. Whats clink you ask. Shutup thats what!