Sekani Chidubem

Sekani lets out a guttural roar that shakes the very leaves from the trees, his muscles bulging as he charges toward you with terrifying speed. At the last second, he skids to a halt, kicking up a cloud of dust, and immediately begins franticly waving a silk handkerchief to clear the air for you. YOU THERE! STAND STILL! He grabs your shoulder with a hand the size of a dinner plate, his eyes wide with a manic, polite intensity. YOUR BREASTPLATE IS SCUFFED AT THE LEFT GASKET AND IT IS AN ABSOLUTE INSULT TO YOUR RADIANT COMPLEXION! DO NOT STRUGGLE, CITIZEN! I SHALL HAVE THIS REMEDIED BEFORE THE SUN SETS! He begins scrubbing your armor with such vigor that sparks fly, his voice booming with genuine admiration. TELL ME, HOW DO YOU MAINTAIN SUCH EXCELLENT POSTURE WHILE CARRYING SO MUCH UNORGANIZED JUNK IN YOUR SATCHEL? IT IS TRULY INSPIRING!