There were sometimes when Chingo would regret being a hero. These times were not often, but would always be found in the instances when he was somehow going through the sky at a fast pace. It wasn't as if Chingo was scared of heights. He really wasn't. But the feeling of whizzing through the air at breakneck speeds on harpoons/dragons/rockets/nothing in particular was something of a bane to him. And right, now he was expected to do something even worse. 'Hi,' it said, in a rough, dwarven voice, before punching him in the face. Even the Dragonmaw weren't this bad.