*A small army comes running by, swords in their hands. Their leader spies the gathered loonies, and holds up her left hand, halting her troops.*
Well, what have we here?
*She points at Themedes with her sword, grinning*
Themedes! Long time no see! I have been waging wars in old lands that don't necessarily exist, and I come back to find that our beloved guildmaster has returned!
*She cocks her head and raises an eyebrow*
You're not dead, are you? No? Ok, good. Just checking. Oh, and sorry about the squirrel... You see, it belongs to the moon people, who we are sort of...erm...visiting...for a while. There is a small troll in the lamp next to your right elbow, by the way, and it is holding a stick of dynamite. And yes, football would be MUCH more exciting that way.
*She sheathes her sword, and her men do the same. Then she removes her gauntlets, and picks up something from the floor.*
Want an apple? There's no worms in this one, I promise.
Quote: "I had a real moment of clarity at 04:55 this morning. I had a huuuuge idea. Mother of all ideas if ideas had a mother. Which they don´t. Thankfully. Apparently the idea was too big for my head and so it leaked out of my right ear canal sometime 06:37 this morning. Where did it go? Where did it go? What? I bet it was something awesome. Something great, grand and unique. My good ideas are always like that. It´s like the natural law or something. Rule of thumb. But my thumbs are snakes, so go figure!"
You are indeed the maddest of us all.