There she was. The one of my dreams.  So high above the muck and the dirt.  I've longed for her for so many years.  She's perfect.  Stunningly gorgeous with a physical beauty that takes my breath away every time I see her.  A sharp intellect that can solve any problem that comes her way.  An intuition that astounds even the wizards and she is able to understand what the real problem is rather than some superficial effect.  She's perfect.

I'm not.  What would I have to offer her?  I'm just one of the common people. There's nothing special about me... but I have to try.  What's the worse that can happen to me?  Would I be worse off than I am now.... pining away for her in the darkness?  I can do this.... I think.