"They left us all, the strordinaires and the nefarians. And many thought it was for the best. To say you don't remember that stretches the bounds of likelihood."
"Well yes, but there has to be more to it than that. We know they left, we just don't the why of it."
"So you chose to be difficult with him then? Don't be like that."
"I am not difficult by nature and he started it with his hostility."
"Be that as it may, you it's not the way to make friends. And you'll need friends if you want to as much good as you claim to."
"I'm a strordinaire, of course I want to do good."
"Just keep in mind what I said."
"Tykyn, the name's Tykyn."
"Tykyn eh? I was always more a fan of Tarican. But you're here and he's not. Then again, that was the first Tykyn, you're not him, so maybe you'll be better than him. Only time will tell."
"Yes, time will tell."
"But I'm busy here and have to go, so if you'll excuse me."
And back to his work
He went as he should
Like me myself
Though in the time
Of my talking
The fire had been put out
So needed no more I was
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