Oh, yes, I just wake up every morning aching for a full day of misplaced items, bad puns, and a big old bowl of never being healed, ever. Gods how I wish he had died with us to join in on this next great Adventure. I yearn to hear his symphony of farts as he forgets whether he uses a handaxe or a warhammer and we all have to argue about it for at least an hour. Magnus is the cry-er, not me.

[He . . . does miss him. But don't fucking doxx him Magnus.]

But, yeah, little homie, you seem pretty popular. Lots of people looking out for you.