Jason smiled broadly as he let go of the withered old man. "This is my grandfather- he built this place; and the reason we're here."<br/>Jason put his arm around Grandpa O'Whinterre, strolling down the massive corridor ahead of his two companions. Russel stepped out of his mech, the giant suit folding into a large suitcase-sized trolley. He walked over to Eris, smiling to himself, and said, "That's Jason's mentor- he taught Jason everything he knows; and he may be old, but he has some serious skills. He's an inventor, a philanthropist, a chef; you name it, Papa O'Whinterre has done it." Russel stretched his back, his beige t-shirt riding up his massive stomach. "He was basically a father for all of us misfits. After our fathers went out for errands and never came back, he took us in. He'll hate to hear about what happened..." Russel walked down the hall ahead of Eris after Jason and his Papa. Russel turned and said, "Did I mention he makes some pretty amazing weapons? Perfect for a light little sprite like you- stealthy, light, and effective." Russel continued down the corridor, knowing he had won Eris over with the temptation of new weapons, not to mention an underground palace to sleep in!