If Timothy's stone cheeks could change color, they'd be as red as a pair of Cheri Berries. "I'm sorryyyyy...." he whimpered. "I've been really tense since this afternoon when I ran into... I mean... I've been really tense today. I guess I might want to calm myself a bit, I think..." He trailed off as his eye shifted back to the Braixen. "M-my name is Timothy. I'm here to join your guild. I hope I'm not... too much of a bother... I guess I just want to be strong and fearless... Kind of a hero of sorts..." He sighed a deep sigh, and started taking quick, deep breaths. Gritting his teeth, he closed his eye, trying to keep himself calm, but to no avail. Opening it again, he took a step forward and yelled in the Braixen's face. "PLEASE! MAKE ME STRONG I BEG OF YOOOOOOU!"