Brettonias gave a nod as Dirk spoke. With a deep breath, he reached his arms back around, sliding one of his hands under the sleeve of his left arm, and disconnected the locks from its joint. He then turned around, and without hesitation placed his bionic arm onto the table.
"You are correct. I am the only Discordian that has met the terror of what they can do... And survive such."
With a calm flow of his robes, he reached up, pulling his hood from his head and showed more of his true nature to Dirk and Quiron, arching his ears back as he gave turn and looked upon them both, a serious tone showing upon his eyes as he stayed his course with their conversation.
"We would not have called you if we did not mean the severity of such. I apologize for not returning your greetings in our normal fashion. But the times of late have shown that such fashion in these parts is no longer the norm. Gentlemen. Please take a seat."
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005