Igor's approach was indeed quirky.
He would only reveal the beginnings of many stories, stubbornly keeping the rest concealed, which was quite tantalizing.
The Little Black Hands were antsy, their eyes burning with anticipation, but Igor's stories never seemed to commence. This was quite frustrating. Everyone knows that you must not interrupt a storyteller, lest they lose interest and stop talking, which would be a substantial loss.
The Little Black Hands understood this principle, so initially, no one questioned him. They waited patiently for Igor's narration.
However, despite their waiting, the stories never began.
All they heard were some trivial remarks, yet it was precisely these trivialities that left them hooked...
"Once upon a time, there was a legend," Igor began.
"This story is rather peculiar.
