Guardians in the Tower are a dime a dozen, today. They run around from vendor to vendor always demanding [b]immediate[/b] service and never once saying thank you. In particular, when a guardian discovers that rare engram they brought me turned out to be something special, they pat themselves on the back. Conversely, when they discover the engram is an undesirable relic of the golden age, they immediately become irrational, agitated, angry and upset. Earth to Guardians, I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU THINK. I am not a magician, nor am the Devil. I appraise items for you, free of charge I might add, and for this you scorn me. You are not the special snowflake you seem to believe you are. I see literally thousands of guardians every single day, and your irrational beliefs do not matter to me. [i]Edit: This is a work of Fanfiction. If you enjoyed reading, please support my stories by leaving a like or a comment.[/i]