h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*walks away*

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

*sits in the mud and refuses to move until weapons, trinkets, and dignity are returned*

~~~Polonius, I know you had good intentions, but take a good objective look at what you two did- you assaulted a guard, broke into private chambers, and tried to take a young boy away from his father. I know you thought he was the heir, but you really can't make assumptions like that!~~~

~~~The bedchamber door was unlocked, and there was a false clue, a letter, on the bed that led me to believe the child was the prince~~~

~~~It's easy to get fooled like that. But you still shouldn't have assaulted that guard. And anyway, we have bigger problems. I need some ice charms in a hurry. Dragons are en route to Imardin.~~~

~~~Oh, ok~~~

*gets up and walks to his shop*

~~~But I didn't assalt the guard. I asked to be given an audience and he burst into flames. How am I supposed to react to all these flaming middlemen?~~~

~~~Thanks. I'll come pick those up when I get out of here. And the herbs, too. I...might need credit on the ice charms though.~~~

~~~If need be~~~

*enters the market and goes into a weaponry shop*
*leaves a few minutes later carrying a bow and 3 quivers of arrows*

*realizes he's running low on money now and decides to stop buying stuff for a little while*
*leaves for the guild*

*a townsperson in a high tower sees the dragons approaching and runs through the market screaming*


*everyone runs inside*


*again*

*Shaylar walk into the market with Lumien's herbs and starts to unpack, she beckons the town cryer*

I want you to go about the town saying this

"There is a healer in the market square, all are welcome"

*The crier goes of to the slums, people start to come out of their homes to see Shaylar for healing*

*Timmy flies through the market and towards the Guild*

*Timmy falls from a window in the GUild hall and lands in a pickle barrel*

*crosses the market to the tavern, completely oblivious to Timmy's whereabouts*

*waves to Lady SHaylar*

Polonius could you give me a hand here, healings not my thing

*Shaylar is engulfed by the people of Imardin who need healing*