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Tragically, it had become clear that his new friends had grown tired of his work - or perhaps had other things to do on their trip to Bastion. They seemed an awfully untrusting lot, but Cornelius didn't begrudge them that, the Galaxy had a way of coming at you if you opened yourself up to it to...

Amidst the chaotic brawl, Cornelius, having momentarily abandoned his hallikset for a more hands-on approach, observed Talon's wild movements with a mixture of amusement and concern. The collision with the pug-nosed human seemed like a scene straight out of an absurd holodrama, and Cornelius...

As Vanya expressed the need to depart, Cornelius, still caught in the midst of confusion as to their plans, paused in his efforts to understand them. His flamboyant gestures shifted into a more subdued demeanor, and he nodded with a smile that acknowledged their impending departure. "Ah, a...

Amidst the chaos of the cantina, Cornelius couldn't help but revel in Talon's spirited response to his toast and storytelling. "Huzzah indeed, my friend! Your enthusiasm is music to my ears," he declared with theatrical flair, raising his glass once more to acknowledge the camaraderie. As Talon...

"They're unique, bespoke compositions - every one." he replied politely, casually bragging about his musical prowess (despite the fact many in the Cantina had found his music somewhat lacklustre, clearly they lacked class). He paused, confused by Rains question "Urm..." he had never heard of an...

As Cornelius finished his eccentric rendition of the Womp Rat Jive, he basked in the scattered applause, thinking that his musical brilliance had truly graced the ears of the fortunate patrons. Oblivious to the general antipathy the audience held him in, he walked off the stage and back to his...

He was a curious man, this Piccolo Prodigy, Cornelius realised. A real local character, that much was certain. "Cornelly Vespys Wax squared, you say?" he laughed heartily, waving his hand in the air like Talon was, to replicate this refined form of local greeting. "Close enough, my friend! Close...

As more of Vanyas companions arrived, Cornelius took note of each of them in turn. He beamed at Rain, seemingly undeterred by her reluctance to engage with his eccentric name. What they proposed was music (literally) to his ears ""Ah, a trade! Ma'am, you drive a hard bargain," he said with a...

In the dimly lit cantina on Bastion, the entrance door swung open to reveal a figure that immediately stole the spotlight (or at least thought it did), even in the subdued atmosphere. Cornelius Vaspar Waxdrilliangorbameth II, musicians, poet, lover - his golden hair gleaming and an ensemble that...

As the strange man sidled his way over, Cornelius found himself trying to discern which specific regional dialect he was trying to converse in. It could have been a localised form of basic, he wondered - able to understand what the man was saying, just about. "The fife?" he asked. If what the...

Wumph! Cornelius landed face-first into the sandy road outside Bar Bar Drinks. A Cantina of reasonably good repute (for Tatooine anyway), he had been working there for several days - before a patron of the Cantina had taken offence to a limerick he had told to them. He stood up, dusting himself...