I bet Raistlin hates himself for being sixteen years old.
It should actually be "1-Unne". He's the guy that sits with a double barrel shotgun on the porch waiting for the girl scout selling cookies. He's they guy hitting the ceiling with a broomstick telling those "gosh darn kids" to keep their Satan music down.
So on the Unne scale I'm probably four-fifths of an Unne.
