[center][h1][color=00aeef]Chres[/color]
[color=8493ca]The Being of Many Names[/color][/h1][/center]

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The Being's smile grew as Týfurkh finished his inquiry. With a snap of his fingers, the Being vanished and reappeared besides Týfurkh.

[color=8493ca]"Týfurkh. Týfurkh. Oh my dear friend Týfurkh."[/color] The Being said while shaking his head condescendingly. 

The Being reached out as if to place his arm on the Giant's shoulder, only to hesitate soon after. Týfurkh was far too tall for the Being to put his arm around the giant without it seeming awkward.

The Being frowned and snapped his fingers. The Being's legs grew instantly, putting him at a comparable height to Týfurkh. With his arm now comfortably wrapped around the giant's shoulders, The Being smiled and nodded as if to say 'Much better'.

[color=8493ca]"You sure have a lot of breath for a man with cracked ribs."[/color] He teased with a smile.

[color=8493ca]"Who am I? Just your best bud of course! What am I? Same answer -Is what I would say if I just wanted to mess with you- However, today, I'm feeling generous. So who am I?"[/color] 

The Being snapped his fingers. A bag materialized in his right hand. The Being of Many Names reached into the bag and pulled out a piece crumbled paper. Unfolding the piece of paper showed a name scribbled on it. 'Bud'.

[color=8493ca]"Ah-ha! Bud! What a wonderful name to wear today! So who am I? Please, by all means, Týfurkh. Call me Bud."[/color] The Being, Bud, smiled as if pleased with himself.

[color=00aeef]"It's not... dangerous."[/color] Chres said breathing deeply in between words. [color=00aeef]"Its the black sheep of magic deterrents. A metal softer... than gold. Soft, and rare..."[/color]

[color=8493ca]"Why, thank you Chres. You're such a wealth of knowledge."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Shut up and answer his questions."[/color] Chres growled while wincing in pain. [color=00aeef]"What the hell happened there?!"[/color] He said, pointing at the Shadow Metal. [color=00aeef]"Where... in Senses were you?! And why us?!"[/color] 

Chres didn't have the patience for Bud's shenanigans. He was tired, beaten, and broken in more places than one. 

Bud's smile seemed to wane. [color=8493ca]"I apologize for my attitude. When you exist as long as I have, you begin to lose yourself. It becomes important to find a way to cope."[/color]

Bud turned his attention back to Týfurkh [color=8493ca]"As I told the others in the past, my absence was important for you all to succeed. Any prolonged appearances would have signaled your location to the Sightless as it did the first time I met the others... Besides-"[/color] Bud's smiled returned. [color=8493ca]"I'm largely useless anyway. Aside from this bubble of existence that I've created, my ability to impact the world has long since been stripped away.[/color]

[color=8493ca]"As for why I picked you lot? Call it a gamble on my end. I may not have a connection to the Insight, but I do catch glimpses of what's possible. It was honestly a roll of the dice when I choose you lot. And would you lookie here? It seems my gamble paid off -please hold your applause"[/color]

Chres frowned. The hostility leaving his eyes somewhat. [color=00aeef]"You should be applauding us. Not us applauding you."[/color] 

[color=8493ca]"Oh, but I did."[/color] Bud said. [color=8493ca]"Did you not hear my slow clap after you all bravely slew the Seed?"[/color]

Chres grumbled. Slowly he forced himself into a sitting position.