Somewhere, in a far, far away Land...
-"Chomski, Chomski! Folk in town be saying tha' Vrolok Tatyana, be dead!"
The peg legged frowned as he leans exhausted on his chair, his eyes measuring at that moment as he stood spitting on the ground bitterly.
"I be dead as well! An' yet' 'ye still report 'te meh!
Amanar were dead! Gone! An' I dug him out Of his Hole!
Markova ain' dead! Who killed 'er?! Find out, 'cause as far as this goes, Imma do as planned!"
"-Chomski, Uhh, Sir, what's this black Powder do?"