I have been adrift in these wastes for some time now Fin. Sending messages that i am not of the .:j:. insignia. I have been with the guild from the beginning. To be treated as a outcast of your own blood. I smell dirty oil running through your veins. seems like there might be a little corruption. I was there for missions & Gatherings sitting in the back seat watching quietly. you of all people should remember me always in your wake. always ready to lend a wrench, or rag or to pick you up while your adrift in space... cold dark space... so forget me not! accept me or dont! but im always around... Quiet and waiting to lend a hand.