Interlude I

Who am I? You don’t need to know that, I won’t be here very much. No, I’m not that extremely annoying young woman we just heard from - thank goodness no. This story is not mine, nor will I take credit for it. I merely compiled it, pieced it together from hopes and thoughts and tales and dreams. Think of me as a chronicler, if you will. I am here to smooth transitions, explain concepts, translate languages. Telling a story is a complex task.

Is the story true? Hah. 

I like you. You’re curious.

The story starts, as all stories do, in a pub. I’m rather good at pubs, I must say. Please, enjoy. It’s not meant for me, after all.