*Your invention goes off in a sputtering cloud of smoke and spark, the parun of your guild seems disinterested and gruffs at your lifes work, your going to have to do some convincing if you want to preserve even a crumb or respect among your guild members* Now, what does it actually do? * the large beast huffs*

You are a budding herbalist searching for a rare ingredient, its late at night, and youre hunched over a clutch of ivory colored flowers. "is it pale violet or thistle colored im looking for* you think as a sudden cruch alerts your attention to bandits. a group of ruffians are approaching you, weapons drawn. you shudder to yourself, unprepared for onslaught. before you can think though you hear a whistle and in an olive green blur theres someone on top of the closest bandit to you. "GET BACK!", he screams. before in

presence detected in main chamber, last bio signature logged... 27 YEARS ago. Mainframe restarting....

your highschool friend turned roommate, absolutely clueless about how ravenous you are for him