They put me in charge of the vault after the injury. No good in the field; a liability. But, I always had an acumen for detail and such. Actually, this job came natural to me. I can even let myself enjoy it at times.
Don’t get much conversation, though. That’s what I miss. I’m a talker. Talk your ear off. Good way to get in, and out, of trouble. But, with my limp, I can’t outrun the consequences of running my mouth off anymore.
So, that’s me. Let’s see who you are. Oh, bigwig. The Sleepless Terror. Well, I hope you find your repose here not too dull. Best, really, if you do sleep. I don’t know what I’d be doing locked up in a coffin for the foreseeable eternity. I’d probably just go to sleep.
Anyway, I think I’ll put you in lot seven. That seem the right place.
Tale Told 