“I… I love y…”

“Huh?” Terran looked at her, immediately aware of her consciousness, as he pondered her words, he responded, “I don’t sleep, so…” Almost ignoring her other words, as he continued thinking.

As he said this, Elyrah looked away, embarrassingly, as she sputtered to herself, “I, well… I don’t… I mean, I…” She was unable to speak a single coherent thought, as she tried to scutter away.

But Terran stopped her, as he lowered his face, looking her directly in the face, hands grasping her shoulders firmly, yet gently, as he spoke, “If you truly do love me, I’ll have to ponder… You must understand, I’m… I am a construct. I am a creation… I…” As Terran was talking himself down, she interrupted him.

“Well… You told me yourself, your creator, Delora Vanderin, one of the strongest mages of this time… Even SHE was amazed at your existence. You are NOT a mere creation, nor just a construct… I can tell, truly, I can see that you're not just…” She tried to continue, but Terran stopped her, simply picking her up from the floor, as he hugged her, holding her tightly against his cool form.

“I AM a creation… Or I was, but now? Now, I’ve become something else. Something my creator had no knowledge of… But that’s me…”

Terran spoke vaguely, as he rose from the spot, fastening Elyrah to his back, as he walked out the door, stomping down the stairs, meeting the gazes of a dozen people of a variety of races, as they all stared at Terran’s form, both judgingly and full of jealousy at the woman atop his back.

But Terran couldn’t care less, as he started walking to the door, but in the middle of his stride, a large orc stood in front of him, as he poked his chest, “Ay’ buddy, ‘ow bout ya’ let us ‘av a go with ‘er…?”

Terran stood around three inches shorter than this orc, but as he waited for around ten seconds, he’d maneuvered over two hundred pounds of clay stealthily from the floorboards, as it coalesced onto his form, as Terran grew a foot taller, and a foot wider, as he now towered over every being in the inn, as the orc slowly backed away, motioning for his gang to move, as they all left the inn, a snarl on every one of their faces, as they all filed out of the inn’s door, the leading or taking a moment to glare at Terran once more, before he finally left.

Terran, suddenly filled with a near murderous intent, cracked nonexistent bones in his neck, as he took a step forward, before another person interrupted him.

This figure, a lithe cloaked frame, stood with no aggression, as more of a caring tone whispered out, “Sir, I know that you might be competent, but they’ve got nearly seventy men waiting for them, maybe there now, maybe not… So take a moment, please…”

Terran stopped, looked at the cloaked figure, reached out a hand, as he introduced himself, “Hello, my name is Terran Aegis. May I know your name?”

This figure slowly reached out an equally lithe hand, though it was donned with a silver gauntlet, as she took his colossal hand in hers, she introduced herself, “Well, my name is Haruo Harena, I’m a Harengon.” She said passionately, as she pulled back her cloak, revealing a pair of truly awe-inspiring, gigantic fluffy ears.

In response to this reveal, Terran felt a sudden need to respond in turn, “I’m a clay construct. See…” And as he said this, his hand started slumping down, drooping to the ground in earthen clumps. Then, he reformed it into a firm, gigantic hand, as he retracted it, “I was created a little over four months ago, by a wondrous Archmage, in a now defunct, AND extinct mage association, by MY hand. They had slain my creator for some reason or another, and I had ****…” He stopped, though for only a moment.