[It's early Monday morning, and in the foggy pre-dawn light, Bran's PCD turns itself on. The man is reciting softly to himself, his voice low and musical as he speaks the poem in old English. The PCD handily translates the verses, however.]
...Cast off then his corselet of iron
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Perhaps if you have time here, you can take the time for a bit more poetry.
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poetry? Is that like a technique or jutsu?
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That's a travesty.
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I am a fan of literature, songs, poetry, all the like. Those coordinates might threaten to make me a fast friend of yours, stranger.
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My name is Bran Cornick, I appreciate the coordinates.
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