Loss [Radioplay]
andrewyoungs for Wyatt Seymore
A man with a loose grip on social customs and morality. Imprisoned beneath the Mage Academy since his teenage years, Wyatt's only human contact were the guards who watched over him. Suffering amnesia, he remembers little of his life before being locked away. Confrontational and occasionaly malicious, he has a habit of taunting people. Speals with a slight cockney accent.
(Dismissive) Don't mind me, mate, I just live 'ere. Not as if I can give ya' some space t' talk, you stupid git.
(Amused, yet discerning) Why d'ya' think you visited me every day, when I was locked up in that stupid little dungeon? Face it, mate, I’m ya' best friend.
(Confrontational) In 'ere, birth means nothin'. Rank means nothin'. Ya' think if we come across one of the Hunters, they're gonna care that you're the son of King Argen? If anythin', they'll see it as sport. So if ya' want to get out of this alive, think for ya'self for a change.
