[Crocodile! That's it, that's right. The warlord. Former warlord? There are always a few too many to keep up with, as the titles get exchanged. He vaguely recalls hearing of his - or apparently, her? - defeat, and stripped of the title, Crocodile had fled to one of the older kingdoms.
He swore Crocodile had been male, though, when the news had come up. Maybe he'd misheard.]
I've heard your name. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
[Which he offers with a genuine-enough smile. It certainly explains the wealth. And also the fairly shady business, potentially.
The waiter arrives with their drinks and a basket of steaming freshly-baked rolls, and a menu for each of them. He opens his up, but doesn't really focus on the text.]
So you said earlier the news is all wrong, but I didn't get a chance to ask how. Only paper I noticed on my way into town here had a year I thought was in the future. How is that possible?
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He swore Crocodile had been male, though, when the news had come up. Maybe he'd misheard.]
I've heard your name. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
[Which he offers with a genuine-enough smile. It certainly explains the wealth. And also the fairly shady business, potentially.
The waiter arrives with their drinks and a basket of steaming freshly-baked rolls, and a menu for each of them. He opens his up, but doesn't really focus on the text.]
So you said earlier the news is all wrong, but I didn't get a chance to ask how. Only paper I noticed on my way into town here had a year I thought was in the future. How is that possible?