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Knutik has interpreted confusion before, and he's not new at all to making what others have appointed as 'ridiculous' requests in The Nameless Tavern, but the longer the imp delayed any action, the ever burning his itching desire for all that glinting metal grew within.

Where he comes from, people long ago used to worship him and all he symbolized as an aspect of survival. He was the omnipresent fear that helped drive their very instincts. He was the terror that frightened them of spiders, made them scared of deadly snakes, and terrified them of wildfires and all that threatened them and their lives.

In their worship of him they always brought tribute. Gems and jewelry, gleaming metal and coins. When arrived the industrial era, and then came the age of technology, their instincts grew unnecessary in the safe borders of their cities, within the secure walls of their homes and ever more in the immaterial of the internet. 

Knutik watched them grow bold on their own without him, watched them ignore their common sense, fold into their reckless behaviors and challenge every bit of what made him a meaningful part to their lives. Everything he stood for was all but moot in both the safety they had built and their sheer stupidity.

He wondered if somewhere he'd done something wrong along the way... Whatever it was, the gifts hadn't come for centuries, and nobody knew his name anymore. In an ironic twist, he no longer represented the necessary fears of survival... but just plain fear. The only time of year he ever feels recognized anymore is the day they call "Halloween", and they left him with a void he didn't know they filled.

Those gifts always burn in his memory, made a part of who he was. Without tribute and treasure, the ache and need for them persists in him like a fire.

The emerald blaze of his eyes squinted at the imp, tiny slits of a verdant fire. 

[i]"If you shall not retrieve them for me, I shall get them myself."[/i]. His speech was always so mannerly, so formal and bearing the light of one with nobility and prestige. He's carried it over long from the medieval era of his world when he first learned the developing language of mankind from the many knights that lived. Evolving still to the current speech of modern day man, he's long dropped the "art thous" and "thy", but perhaps a part of him holds onto what remnants there are... in nostalgia maybe.

[i]"But first... that's quite the interesting looking trinket you have there...."[/i] Without gesture the imp would be able to sense what precisely the shadowy being meant. 

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