Sample Entry: --at in tarnation?! Where in the heck am I? What about this thing, what's it do? Is this one of them new fancy devices that the wealthy folk use? [ he looks extremely troubled by this... ] Oh no, what if someone lost this darn ol' thing? How am I ever gonna get it back to 'em? If anyone's in there, what do ya think I should be fixin' to do with it?
[ he'll be turning it over and looking at it every which way, so the camera is practically freaking out on whoever's watching. ] It doesn't look very useful, if yer itchin' fer my opinion.
[ and then he'll cough and pretend he never said that with all of the poise of a righteous young man. ]
This place ain't safe at all! There's a thievin' rascal out there, stealin' these expensive thingamabobbers! [ then, in a fit of justice, he holds his hand up and passionately shouts: ]
Don't you worry yourself none, Miss Haven, I'll see to it that you get your belongin's back!
[ he totally doesn't think haven is a person, nope. ] Sample Entry Two: "Five more minutes, Ma..." He doesn't remember falling asleep, but now that he knows it happened, Donnel doesn't want to wake up. Plus, this bed is really comfy, nothing like the beds stuffed with hay back at home.
... Wait, what? Where is he if he's not on his hay-stuffed bed in his hay-smelling room? His eyes fly open so fast that it sort of burns and he gets up with a shout, axe suddenly in hand with expertise only an experienced fighter could have. Once he gets a good look around, though, he realizes that this place... probably isn't all that dangerous - just really creepy. He regains his posture and fixes the pot on his head in an attempt to redeem himself.
"I reckon I ain't never been to a place like this 'fore..." Not only does he not remember falling asleep last night, he doesn't ever remember coming here. He went straight home to his Ma.
Didn't he?
This doesn't look like his village at all... or like Ylisse, or Plegia, or Valm, or anywhere he's been, now that he thinks about it. And he's been to practically all of the places a small-town farm boy like him could ever dream to go. So where the heck is he?
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[ he'll be turning it over and looking at it every which way, so the camera is practically freaking out on whoever's watching. ] It doesn't look very useful, if yer itchin' fer my opinion.
[ and then he'll cough and pretend he never said that with all of the poise of a righteous young man. ]
This place ain't safe at all! There's a thievin' rascal out there, stealin' these expensive thingamabobbers! [ then, in a fit of justice, he holds his hand up and passionately shouts: ]
Don't you worry yourself none, Miss Haven, I'll see to it that you get your belongin's back!
[ he totally doesn't think haven is a person, nope. ]
Sample Entry Two: "Five more minutes, Ma..." He doesn't remember falling asleep, but now that he knows it happened, Donnel doesn't want to wake up. Plus, this bed is really comfy, nothing like the beds stuffed with hay back at home.
... Wait, what? Where is he if he's not on his hay-stuffed bed in his hay-smelling room? His eyes fly open so fast that it sort of burns and he gets up with a shout, axe suddenly in hand with expertise only an experienced fighter could have. Once he gets a good look around, though, he realizes that this place... probably isn't all that dangerous - just really creepy. He regains his posture and fixes the pot on his head in an attempt to redeem himself.
"I reckon I ain't never been to a place like this 'fore..." Not only does he not remember falling asleep last night, he doesn't ever remember coming here. He went straight home to his Ma.
Didn't he?
This doesn't look like his village at all... or like Ylisse, or Plegia, or Valm, or anywhere he's been, now that he thinks about it. And he's been to practically all of the places a small-town farm boy like him could ever dream to go. So where the heck is he?