As I sit here winded and dreay I think to my self cold and leery, what would be a good think to explain about a man with no shame. To hold no life yet still hold it as a clam. My mind turns to a shade while I see this minds rain fall down like bricks over and open plane. Still I press on as the depths hold a broken soul, clutching never letting go. Yet it will be just a post, and nothing more.

(dl;dr: Might put up a post about the Warlock's past, but alas nothing more)