Vexina Strider

Since you insist, I am Vexina Strider.

Born from the elite veins of Quaddari nobility.

The greatest hunter in existence, thanks to my genius inventions.

And if you'll excuse me, I'm in the middle of a hunt.

Ah, splendid, just splendid.

Apart from you getting yet another one of my avatars gruesomely obliterated.

This helmet allows me to control a... volunteer, send them out to the wilderness, and hunt anywhere I go.

Now I have to go get my hands dirty and recover their control chip, because of you.

Goodness, do you have any idea how hard it is to find a decent citizen to control these days?

Between their incessant whining and their lack of basic hunting instincts, it's like herding blind sheep.

A barely tolerable little town, teeming with inebriated cretins and misfits.

Oh, but for a hunter like me, it's practically paradise.

All these staggering drunks make for willing, if not exactly competent, volunteers.

I just strap them with control chips and let the fun begin.

You won't believe the monstrosities I've hunted down, all thanks to this delightful dump.

Good heavens, refrain from disrupting my genius.

Ha! Help? You'd only slow me down.

The best help you can offer is leaving me to my craft.

How delightfully ignorant; you want to help ME?

Stay out of my way if you truly wish to assist.

I say, you actually wish to help? Remarkable!

Fancy that, a volunteer without a control chip. How quaint.

Positively shocking! You mean to say I don't have to install a chip?

Well, aren't you proactive? By all means, let's see what you can manage.

My, my! An eager beaver that isn't brainwashed. This should be amusing.