Verisimilivirate
With little time to waste, and not knowing what this little Druid-language-freak-guy is capable of, you step aside and drop the scroll in his would-be path.
He screeches to a halt in front of the parchment, stoops to grab it, and then looks back at you. "Hmmph!" he grunts, with a look half of triumph, half of disdain.
With a grin that could only be described as mischievous, he takes off for the woods like a rocket and soon all that remains of him is a cloud of dust.
"Weird!" you say, shaking your head as you head off to class. What class? You can't remember. All that sticks in your mind now is that chubby little guy and that mysterious scroll with the broken seal. Will you ever know what that was all about?
Thirty years later, as you keel over the McFatty's table dying of a heart attack (caused by your favorite McFatty Burger plugging up the last viable artery you had in your miserable everyday-drudgery-enduring heart), you find out the answer is "No."
He screeches to a halt in front of the parchment, stoops to grab it, and then looks back at you. "Hmmph!" he grunts, with a look half of triumph, half of disdain.
With a grin that could only be described as mischievous, he takes off for the woods like a rocket and soon all that remains of him is a cloud of dust.
"Weird!" you say, shaking your head as you head off to class. What class? You can't remember. All that sticks in your mind now is that chubby little guy and that mysterious scroll with the broken seal. Will you ever know what that was all about?
Thirty years later, as you keel over the McFatty's table dying of a heart attack (caused by your favorite McFatty Burger plugging up the last viable artery you had in your miserable everyday-drudgery-enduring heart), you find out the answer is "No."
