(An island. Desolate. A keep sits on the high ground. A small party is on the beach.)
Steinbjorn: We must away to fetch components and magical things of healing!
Hrogar: I shall accompany thee and barter!
Valdis: Thou shall not go without me, husband!
Arcadius: Take the lemming!
Dantro: Squeak! Squeak!
(Steinbjorn, Hrogar, Valdis and Dantro exit stage left)
Tupper: Havest any of you the powers of mending?
Arcadius and Sztuczka: Aye!
Tupper: My underclothes do have a tear in them, wouldst thou mind?
Azan: Thou art worried o’er unmentionables at a time like this?!
Tupper: Tis the one thing I can fix. If we worry about the big things when tis the small things we can fix?
Sztuczka: Why worry about the small thing when tis the big things that can killest thou?
Arcadius: Thou hast more to worry about than undergarments, Sir. Thou needest to learn to be a man. Thou needest to hone thy fighting skills. Thou needest to keep watch for things that might eat us!
Sztuczka: (looking off stage) Hark! The sea! It boils! A fine mist shall set upon us if we do not move!
Azan: Forward ho! Let us walk the island!
Arcadius: Yes! Let us walk back and forth, slightly changing paths so that we do not cross this mist, for who knows what fate shall befall us if we do.
Sztuczka:
And thus they walked the day away,
The three brave souls and coward.
The mist behind, but did not catch
The three brave souls and coward.
They reached the point of great fatigue,
Thus they made their final stand.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
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