one [accidental voice]
[Visible in the crow's eye is what appears to be a large, humanoid mound of rock, standing somewhere in the middle of the forest. It's wearing armor and holding a very, very large crossbow, and is turning slowly around in a circle to stare at the trees.
After a moment, the mound of rock speaks -- apparently to itself, but in a slow, deep, rumbling voice that carries very well nonetheless.]
Oh-kay. So I was at home, an' den I woke up... here. I do not know what t'is is, but it are def'nitely not Ankh-Morpork.
[long, puzzled pause]
So... somebody musta put me here in my sleep. With... with my armor an' everyt'ing. An' dat don't make much sense, does it?
...
[thoughtfully] Unless... yeah, unless der wizards have been messin' wi' fings or somefing like dat. Oh, boy -- Mister Vimes will not be a happy person if dat are der case.
One way or der other, though... dis looks like a problem.
After a moment, the mound of rock speaks -- apparently to itself, but in a slow, deep, rumbling voice that carries very well nonetheless.]
Oh-kay. So I was at home, an' den I woke up... here. I do not know what t'is is, but it are def'nitely not Ankh-Morpork.
[long, puzzled pause]
So... somebody musta put me here in my sleep. With... with my armor an' everyt'ing. An' dat don't make much sense, does it?
...
[thoughtfully] Unless... yeah, unless der wizards have been messin' wi' fings or somefing like dat. Oh, boy -- Mister Vimes will not be a happy person if dat are der case.
One way or der other, though... dis looks like a problem.