"How I got started," he says, with a flourish in his voice. "Well. I don't know if anyone here has ever tried to be a good person, but if you have, you probably know it's not pleasant. I don't know how everyone else can stand doing it all their lives. I tried, for a long time, but I couldn't do it. So many things you must not do, constantly pressing on the surface of your mind like branding irons. But until my abilities first manifested - " he holds up a finger illustratively, and curls it backward into a tight spiral like a chameleon's tail, "I didn't feel I could do anything about it. When they did, I was faced with my first real choice, whether to be virtuous or happy, and I decided I was tired of being virtuous." He unrolls his finger and puts his hand down. "Since then I've been a wanderer, which is not always easy, but it's fulfilling. To survive living a life like mine, you need to learn to steal and threaten and hide and kill, and I think I've become fairly skilled at each. I've pilfered food and money by stealth and by force, I've assassinated civilians, I've killed and defended myself in battle - both with ordinary people and, once or twice, small-time superheroes. But to answer your final question, this is the first time anyone else has caught my eye, and will be the first time I've tried working alongside anyone else." He smiles conspiratorially and leans in: "I did once consider trying to live a double life as a superhero, but I don't think I could've made it last."