Portraits/Kalipsar

I remember everything as if it had happened just recently: the day when my car was destroyed, and I was laying among the smouldering wreckage, thinking that I was closing my eyes for the last time.
However, I woke up under a roof. The pain radiated through my body, preventing me from moving. There was a man with a beard and long blond hair standing next to me — it was Kalipsar. For several months he tended to my wounds and supported me with engaging conversations. When I was able to walk, he led me to the garage where there was a real armoured beauty made from whatever was left of my car. The pieces of iron had been assembled with such love and skill that they appeared to be new.
Since then, many survivors have told me about Kalipsar. They may not have met him in person, but they have seen the armoured cars he designed. They were known not only for their reliability, but also for their great appearance.
I never got a chance to see him again, but I know he is out there somewhere, among the armoured cars that he adores with all his heart. His kindness and craftsmanship remain forever in my car — inits every screw, every wheel and in every plate of iron.
==Receiving==
* Rewarded to game volunteers for the length of service.