You decide that now is the perfect time to be the Goldblood. The Goldblood is in the middle of going to meet Mikala so that she will stop bothering him and allow him to actually do whatever it was that he was doing.

He thinks for a second, then decides you can be him for a little while and that the company would be nice. He tells you to allow him to introduce himself:

Your name is NIXDRA VESNEP and you are 10 sweeps old. You often regard yourself as the SINGLE BEST TACTICAL PLAN-MAN EVER, but you usually word it a little more eloquently than that to others. You like to think you're PERFECTLY RATIONAL, and have NEVER ONCE EXAGGERATED... Except that one time... And the other ones... Okay maybe you HAVE A TENDENCY TO OVERREACT, but that isn't your fault!! You play host to a bunch of DISEMBODIED VOICES, constantly whispering GREAT BATTLE PLANS IN YOUR MIND. They've never led you wrong so far! Your friends always MAKE FUN OF YOU for being so DRAMATIC, but when push comes to shove, you know they know you're the best.

Your interests include WINNING, and BEING RIGHT. As such, of course, you'll PLAY ANYTHING WITH ANYONE, AS LONG AS YOU STAND A CHANCE. You're not so big a fan of others NOT LISTENING TO YOUR ADVICE, and LISTENING TO NONSENSE BORN OF SPITE. Which is probably a huge part of the reason being Mikala's friend gives you so much anxiety, despite how FREAKIN' COOL you think she is.

Your trolltag is pragmaticTactician and yOur teXting patternX are gOOd abOut relaying diXtinct tacticX. it's kind Of funny cOnXidering it aXtually makeX it harder fOr OtherX tO underXtand yOu, but yOu think that'X kind Of funny, XO yOu dOn't care.

You notice that your Palmhusk is going off, meaning Mikala has probably messaged you again, but you are getting closer to your destination. You think you hear some music in the background, but that's silly.