Seriously, if I am walking around in broad-shoulder full plate mail, armor darker than night itself, with a six-foot greatsword strapped to my back and Imperial atrocities on my mind, I don't want to go cower in a corner if a yarzon two levels over me walks by.

"Guys, help, there's a yarzon and I'm all alone! Send help!!"

(>.> ) That is not adventure. This is not Hello Kitty.

I'm a Knight, not a lemming. ; ;