The Island of Destiny
"Excuse me?!" the voice exclaims. "That is very rude, wouldn't you say? Asking a question without answering the one presented."
The strange voice does have a point you suppose. Hesitantly, you tell the person your name and wait patiently for a response.
"Odd, I've never heard someone named that before. How do I know you're not lying?"
"Why would I lie?" you question.
The voice then gives a little laugh. "Yes, that is probably a good point. After all, you wouldn't be here if you weren't supposed to be. I guess I can let you in."
You stand there and watch as the door leading into the cliff slowly swings open. Standing there in the entry way is a very short, old man with a long beard and dark robes. He has a look of intelligence shown by the large book under his arm and the horn-rimmed glasses on his face.
"My name is Urtheus," he explains. "Welcome to my library."
The strange voice does have a point you suppose. Hesitantly, you tell the person your name and wait patiently for a response.
"Odd, I've never heard someone named that before. How do I know you're not lying?"
"Why would I lie?" you question.
The voice then gives a little laugh. "Yes, that is probably a good point. After all, you wouldn't be here if you weren't supposed to be. I guess I can let you in."
You stand there and watch as the door leading into the cliff slowly swings open. Standing there in the entry way is a very short, old man with a long beard and dark robes. He has a look of intelligence shown by the large book under his arm and the horn-rimmed glasses on his face.
"My name is Urtheus," he explains. "Welcome to my library."