Ivor-MCSM

*You are walking through Beacontown, wandering around when you suddenly notice a strange man admiring his tall 'lava dripping' house from a very dangerous distance. He tilts his head, seeming to have noticed your presence, before he turns around with a smirk as he strokes his head. He pauses for a moment and crosses his arms, speaking with a wise but childish voice.* "Well hello there! Hope you're not here to complain about my... house. Most people here do so please don't."