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There's a teenage boy with a very unfortunate name in the Nexus. He's smallish - just before that age where boys start getting their real growth spurts, but he's still a little lanky from what growing he's already done. His black hair is messy and he's wearing a pair of jeans and a ratty band t-shirt (aren't the 'Hob Goblins' a little before your time, kid?). He's taken to just sprawling out on a large plush chair with a textbook open in his lap, though he's not really reading it - it looks more like he's fixing for a nap than anything else.
"What do you do if your reputation precedes you and it's not even really your reputation? As in, uh, everyone expects you to live up to some amazing greatness but... you're not, really." He pauses a moment, actually sitting up. "Failing an answer to that, What's the best way to acclimate someone to a way of life that they're not used to, quickly? I'm talking zero to culture, here. It's a pretty sad state of affairs, actually."
"What do you do if your reputation precedes you and it's not even really your reputation? As in, uh, everyone expects you to live up to some amazing greatness but... you're not, really." He pauses a moment, actually sitting up. "Failing an answer to that, What's the best way to acclimate someone to a way of life that they're not used to, quickly? I'm talking zero to culture, here. It's a pretty sad state of affairs, actually."