Alack the days that poem has rung in my ears and this’n’that questions thereof for so I wondered for the space of many many days, even forty two and six days I did ponder it in my heart as Drasdenofagus and I did venture forthwithe, without so much as an inkling about the meaning or message of the aforementioned quatrain. But verily the thoughts of such things would pass away or so I thought but was proven quite undoubtedly wrong as it came to pass I just mentioned the thoughts of my mind to my brain where unanimously singular in purpose for the discernment of such things that I could not, nor my dearest companion could likewise have determined (him being of far less intellectual property than myself if I do say so myself, and I do).
Therefore, so it be know I did know of another. And this other whom I may have mentioned in passing to those who perchance asked of his whereabouts or other such nonsense and I did misdirect them for he did not appreciate visitors hardly at all and the last uninvited guest I know of did find himself to be cast into The Pit of No Despair, But Much Anguish and Relatively Little Chance for Escape, dreadful and imaginable place of fear and woe. As so it would happen though I, unbeknownst to even my subliminal conscious, had mistakenly wandered to the very doorstep to the abode of this other of whom my knowledge was not great, but sufficient enough to realize that in his vast understanding he might aid us on our yet to be determined quest.
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