I hate crutches.
You know why you’ve never seen a Charr with crutches? Because any Charr with sense has long since chucked them out a window! Preferably at a Risen or something. But I’ve never prided myself on good sense.
At least it’s better than being stuck in bed. I’ve at least been able to be up and about, talking to the troops and such, proving that I’ve lived while Zhaitan hasn’t. Morale, and all that.
But I still hate’em. I mean, I’m sure they’re bad enough for humans, but for Charr? You seen how we move? Sometimes I think I’d be better off just going around on my hands and remaining paw. Even tried once. Fortunately, no one was looking.
Of course, this means I’ve been keeping a very close eye on the whole clockwork prosthesis thing. The Charr, Harack Warbind, seems a bit annoyed at me, but he’s willing enough to talk once I showed him I had a bit of mechanical know-how myself. Though it seems (amazingly) his tastes don’t run to tanks.
The Asura, on the other hand… well, you know how they are. It’s been all I can do to get him to stop talking about how clever he is and tell me what he’s actually doing. Seemed quite insulted when I asked how likely it was to either A) explode or B) develop a mind of its own and try to kill me. Once he stopped spluttering, he assured me neither was possible.
Yeah. Like I’ll believe that about something an Asura’s built. At least Harack should keep it under control.
Anyway, just thought I’d say I’m managing to survive, even though my shoulders (all over, but especially underneath) may never be the same again.