Once in Brand's office, I declined to go first saying,
"I need to collect my thoughts, but I do remember my point in coming here."
 The man I came with, Shenall, told what he needed to tell. Afterwards, he sat down in the back of the room saying, "I'll wait 'til you're finished." Since it was now my turn, I started simply.
 "Steward, may I call you Brand?" he nodded, "Well, Brand, I am Jason Florian Long, and I have a strange bit of truth to tell you. And if you don't laugh at all, it will hearten me to no end by the time I'm finished."
 "Continue young sir. I wish to hear this tale -about yourself, right?" I just nodded, "Go on."
 "To begin in the most blunt and shocking manner possible... I'm not from Pern," Shenall and Brand both gasped at the exact same time -weird.
 "Furthermore, I am even older than your Ancient-timers. Now, I'll tell you something of my time, and how I got here to the best of my knowledge, before you both start laughing -or faint in disbelief."

 After my second retelling -and some questions-, Shenall jumped bolt upright, smacked himself in the head, and inquired, "Would those strange chests I found happen to belong to ya -Jason, right?"
 "I have no idea. They might, but I don't remember any part of my wish stating that I wanted my stuff to come with me."