User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7562999-20160919054152

Strongheart just looks at the phoenix..."Why do you care?...You probably have better things to do. I'm not important anyway...I had no friends when I was young...and I still don't have any now. I was shunned by my parents, outshone by my brother...the only mark I made was when I hide my face...and when I wasn't in control...I've been alone for so long...and I can't handle it anymore. And I'd rather it'd be somewhat easy..."

Strongheart just holds up the vial. "I can't just magic everything and make it all better. I can't heal wounds, or help the downtrodden, or build great, bug ungodly things. I never did and I never will. What's even the point. At least of I take this route...I won't have to slog through any more failure...I won't be yet another dead weight...Tbe world doesn't need me. I have nothing to offer..."