"Ooh!  I know!" said Tattel, suddenly losing his withdrawn, cryptic demeanor in favor of a boundless energy.<br/>"Is it cause you're a shut-in but you needed money so you had to find some way to be separated from everyone else but still be out among the world?<br/>Or maybe you have some kind of horrific skin disease and you just can't bear the embarrassment?<br/>Or maybe you were going to some kind of costume party, battle-to-the-death combo, and you won, but you forgot how to take the armor off?<br/>Or maybe you just dig metal?", as he asked his questions, a smile appeared that seemed wide enough to tear his face in half.<br/>"I'm sure it wasn't some kind of horrific, life-changing accident, most likely some kinda crazy ritual gone wrong, that left your very soul bound to a nearby suit of armor, thus stripping you of your humanity and leaving you an imposing, metallic monstrosity. Am I right? Am I?"