Behind the Music: Part Two Where was he?
How long had he been here? He glanced down and noted his violin case sitting
by his side. His violin . . . suddenly, he remembered everything.
Give My Regards to the Ixi of Doom: Part One "Alright, stop! That's plenty, Zarrelian," he
snapped, cutting the Ixi off. "I think that I've heard enough to make a fair,
ahem, assessment of your... 'abilities'."