My six-year-old son plays as a Warlock Guardian, and he's managed to reach Level 24, despite his limited ability to read. He really enjoys the worlds outside the Tower, and his favorite reward is picking up an Engram and returning it to you for help in decoding what magnificent prize it might contain.

Needless to say, when he encounters a rare engram, he is especially excited to visit your shop. Two weeks ago, he did just that, only to find that his rare Engram contained a Legendary item! Imagine his giddiness and animated excitement! There was jumping and shouting and shortness of breath upon seeing a handsome piece of chest armor. He hurriedly opened his inventory, as fast as his little fingers could do so....

There was his shiny new chest armor. "Why is is grayed out, Dad?" "Why can't I equip it??" "What's that red bar???" With each passing second his excitement tempered into anxiety and trepidation. As his father, I had the unenviable task of telling him, "I'm sorry, buddy, that's a TITAN chest armor." Tears formed. Then flowed. A controller dropped to the couch. In utter despair and simmering rage, he picked up the controller and dismantled the wretched prize. I picked up the pieces of his disappointment, and life went on.

Fast forward a few days. Again an Engram! It's rare! Back to see you, Master Rahool. What might it contain? A rare auto rifle? No! A Legendary item!! With the excitement reserved only for Christmas morning, he again opened his inventory to inspect his new helmet. How awesome he would look as a helmeted Warlock, and fierce slinger of suns and walker of voids....

Alas, this helmet was meant for a mighty Titan. Tears formed. And tears flowed. Disappointment and wrath followed, swiftly dismantling the offending item. More life lessons in disappointment.

Fast forward to this evening. I played alongside him as we vanquished a vile Wizard in the Cosmodrome. Another rare Engram or two brought us back to your fine shop at the Tower. He unlocked it, expecting a rare armor to add to his solar thrower. But it was Legendary! Oh what luck! That sweet sound, those flashing purple highlights around a fine piece of chest armor signaled hope that this time, things would be different. We gave high fives, and he opened up his inventory....

To reveal chest armor that only a Titan could love. Or wear for that matter. Again with the tears and disappointment, although thanks to your continual teasing, those lasted only a short time as jadedness set in to his heart. This time, however, he kept the item, tucking it away in the vault until one day he can use its ascendent shards.

I write to ask if you can find it in your cold, random-number-generated heart to cut the kid some slack. He doesn't have enough reputation anywhere, because, frankly, he doesn't have the time, patience, or reading ability to rank up. He plays for the shear joy of exploring worlds and eliminating the enemies of the Traveler and humanity with extreme, auto-rifle-filled prejudice.

He will make a great Guardian someday, Master Rahool. Better watch your back.