In the bustling streets of Waterdeep, a peculiar recruit emerges. A citizen, an orange cube, claims he has experience as brave fighter.  The Lord of Waterdeep raises an eyebrow, questioning the efficacy of the limbless cube. Questioning, the Lord asks, “If you’re a fighter, then where is your gear?”  The cube scurries off and quickly returns donning a helmet, boots, and armor. Upon returning, his sword and shield crash to the ground, and he attempts to cover his sixth-side blurting, “Who needs weapons when you have great fortitude!” The words echo off the city walls and again off the flatness of his featureless sides. The Lord sighs, realizing Waterdeep’s fate rests in the hands (or lack thereof) of an armless, yet oddly spirited, orange geometric fighter.