<span style="color: #ffcc99">"Tyrants are never given cooperation, what makes you think you're any different?" </span>The Bronze rubbed his tiny hands together and nodded.<span style="color: #ffcc99">"Two minutes already? It seemed so long ago when you first came here with the wonderful Lady Mischa. She's so gorgeous and kind. And wise and powerful... I hope to be her consort one day. Oh, Order, when did... wait, you've been here before? Time is a funny thing."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>