TellersQuest: 8. About Town

1. Blimey! Almost got knocked over by one of them metal boxes on wheels 'n no 'orse to pull it. A'in't no logic t' the way they move.

2. Sure gave that bloke wot drove the thing a bit of me tongue. 'nd him so startled. Can't figure out why. Do I look so different?

3. Never did get out much in me visits 'ere. Jump in, grab the goods, 'n then jump back out again. No time t' dally 'round or go visitin'.

4. Wonder why Auntie wanted them things. Most of it junk. Apart from that pendant wot hangs safe round me neck. Core! Maybe it's all magic.

5. Wow! A rich blinkin' market. Sausages, hot meat pies, roast chicken, stinky cheese, steemin' tarts, 'nd fresh baked buttered scones.

6. Dunno 'ow the geezer fell fer it. Nobody would've at 'ome. Nicked a meat pie fer later, 'n a couple of shiny red apples. Makes me 'ungry!

7. Wonder why there ain't no people 'ere near such 'n important buildin'. Door took some pushin', 'n the roof so 'igh and all them benches.

8. 'nd that funny smell, 'nd the candles. Some sort o' restaurant with a giant stone table at one end. Put me apples down on the silk cloth.

9. Mmm. Pork 'n onions. Wonder why that bloke is nailed up on that bit 'o wood? 'e don't look very 'appy. Got a bleedin' 'ole in his side.

10. Now fer 'n apple 'nd let's see if there's anythin' t' nick. That gold cup's a bit too big. Use it fer this wine. Ain't got much taste.

11. "Oie you!" The man wore a long black robe. Time to scarper. Run 'round that table 'nd knock over the wood. Give 'im somethin' to do.

12. Sobbin'! Never seen a man be'ave like that. Down on 'is knees, mubblin' to 'imself n'd beatin' his chest. Wot a strange world this is.

13. Blast! Rainin'. Neat that, stretchin' cloth over a pole to keep the rain off. 'nd people leave 'em by shop doors for others t' take.

14. "Oie you!" Well maybe not. Teach 'em not t' leave their things lyin' around. Chuck it anyway. Can't run with the blinkin' thing open.

15. A river. Big 'un. More like 'ome. So much fer adventures. I miss the familiar places. Stuck with it now. Don't wanna go back to the hag.

16. 'nd wot a wierd buildin' 'cross there. All windows 'nd towers 'nd twisted bits o' iron. Much better than them grey buildin's nearby.

17. Loads of young people millin' around carryin' books, 'nd papers, 'nd shiny, flat metal boxes. Chatterin' together. Makes me feel better.

18. Go loose meself in the crowd. Pinch books t' look like them. "Are you lost?" Bloody do-gooders! MInd you own business. Fingers off!

19. I know that look in men. Filthy lot. Knee in the crutch. The only way. That got the bloke on the ground. But why should people yell.

20. The angry mob're at me. Ain't my fault. Bloody men! A tall geezer in a black gown elbows his way forward 'nd offers 'is 'elp. Smoothe.

21. The crowd fell back as the professor, that's wot they called 'im, took me firmly by the arm and marched me off into the weird buildin'.

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