Eh? . . . what . . . ? You want to know about me? Why? Are you writing a book, or something? Planning to use this information against me at some point in my life, are you!? I see how it is! Taking advantage of an old, defenseless man! I'm old, and you want to take advantage of me! Just because I'm old! Well, young'n, have I got news for you! I'm-- what? . . . You just want to know about me? Out of curiosity? You're not planning anything conspiritory? . . . Okay. I guess I'll tell you what I can. ::he moves to sit on a small tree stump, and gently leans against his staff::
I'm a wizard, you know. ::he leans forward and gives a small, surruptitious wink:: I've been a wizard since I was a child. Didn't have to apprentice under anybody, neither! Eh . . .? What do you mean you don't believe me?! ::he stands up and starts rolling up the sleeves of his robes:: How would you like a fireball shoved right up-- What was that? Oh, you do believe me? Well, that's good. I'm glad. It's so nice when folks believe old people. ::he sits down slowly again, and lies his staff across his lap:: Saves us the trouble of having to prove ourselves.
Where was I? Oh, yes . . . Well, anyway, there was this gigantic rock slug, and it was just starting to come toward-- pardon? That's not what I was talking about . . . ? Well, who would know better what I was talking about than me? I was the one talking, young'n. Anyway, so this really ugly witch decides she's going to put this charm on me-- what now? What do you mean I "keep switching stories"? You're the one asking me questions! ::he strokes on his long, white beard and chuckles:: Young'n, I think you may be having a bit of memory loss, if you can't even remember what questions you were asking me. Heh.
What's that? Of course I know a lot of spells! What do you think I am, feeble? Let me see here . . . ::he grabs a fairly large, thick spellbook from the inside of his robes, sets it on his lap, and starts sifting through it. Suddenly, the spellbook leaps from his lap, and starts to flap its pages like a bird, and flies away into the distance:: Come back here, confound it! Doggone it, every single time!! ::he grabs his staff, and starts chasing the book off into the distance, all the while yelling at it and shooting lightning from the top of his staff at it:: |
