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[bamf_with_wings]

I was king of a nation called Phoenicis

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[thetrickstergod]

. . .

[bamf_with_wings]

I don't think we've met.

Do you have something you want to say?

[thetrickstergod]

I'd wager that you can handle it better than you think.

[bamf_with_wings]

Is that right? And how would you know that?

[thetrickstergod]

Well, we can't really prove things one way or another here, can we?

[bamf_with_wings]

You could try and convince me.

And who are you, anyway? What connection did we have prior to ending up here?--assuming there is one.

[thetrickstergod]

Could be one. I can't really attest to what I can't remember now, can I?

[bamf_with_wings]

Clearly there are some things you remember.

But even after meeting you just now, I can tell you're not the type that shares his secrets easily. For instance, you still haven't told me who you are.

[thetrickstergod]

Naesala. Should I say something about being pleased to meet you? You don't seem quite so elated.

[bamf_with_wings]

I will save my judgement for when I know more about you.