"Thinking: Hmm, so that's how you get it, I can't wait to tell everyone." However, as I try to speak, I realize I will never be able to tell anyone about how to get this highly sought after suffix, as I am now only a title, a mere concept used for identification. In fact, it's hard to consider me to even be a noun, as I am neither person, place, nor thing.
Strike-through
I alch myself and get ... my blood and guts splattered all over the grand exchange floor and bankers. Then someone picks up my bones and sells them for a few coins.