Joss: Tell us your name and a little about yourself.
Jikun: What? Truly? I just answered this god-damn question. If they didn’t read the interview prior they certainly aren’t going to put up with Navon babbling all over the place.
Navon: And so it has begun. (Jikun complaining in the background*) Beside me is Jikun Taemrin, the prestigious and incredibly talented former general of Sevrigel. Boorish, to be sure. He grew up with something close to a barbaric childhood and has an underdeveloped talent for both poetry and cyromancy.
I am Navon Heltura, former captain of Sevrigel.
Joss: Would you elaborate on yourself, Navon?
Navon: Oh, no no. Jikun is right. I am not at all interesting. And if we don’t keep a quick pace on this, I’m afraid the general is liable to just wander of—There he goes already. GENERAL!—DISPLAY SOME MANNERS FOR THE LADY!
Jikun: (begrudgingly returns*) I can see their eyes glazing over from here.
Joss: What are some things that you like to do together?
Jikun: Taverns. War. Bicker. Women.
Navon: Let me clarify that: we do not do the same women together.
Jikun: I don’t know why that was necessary to clarify.
Navon: (flustered*) I meant, we don’t do the same women. (blushes*) I meant to say, I don’t “do” any of the women! I mean, I don’t have relations with women. No women! None!
Jikun: …Well that was embarrassing. Probably should have just let me answer this one.
Navon: My mind is still caught by the last interview!—I just wanted to clarify that you and I—
Jikun: The last interview?—What in Ramul are you talking about?