Oribasos was writing in a journal. He seemed intent on his subject, his quill pen scritching across the surface of the paper.
“Odd occurrances have taken place within the last few days. Two strangers have arrived and do not seem to know in what time they are or in what place, and no one in the village seems to know how they arrived here. They speak strangely, though it still seems to be in our language. From what we have been able to gather, they call themselves ‘Mars’ and ‘Arkay.’ Their clothes are odd; of no style that I, or anyone else here, seems to know. They claim they are ‘Americans,’ but no one has ever heard of this place.
“Along with the oddities of their dress and speech, their behavior has also left many uncertain of how to react to and deal with these two strangers. Since their arrival, they have swiped chickens from off of butchers’ blocks and set them free, have accidentally burned down one villager’s house through some mishap with a lamp, and have caused a mild cart wreck in the town square. All in the span of 3 days! Where did these people come from where they do not have the common sense of village life in them? They also keep going on and on about ‘gaming,’ and ‘needing to plug in,’ and ‘computer withdrawal.’ I have asked around and no one seems to know of what they speak.
“Today I will take my horse, Arion, and ride down from my home in the mountains to question them further as to their origin, and see if there might be anything I can do for them. Maybe take them back where they belong.”
Oribasos leaned back in his home-made wooden chair, and reflected a moment about the matter he had just written. He then laid his quill down, stood up to gather his things (two throwing knives, a water container, and his satchel), and exited out the door of his shack. He whistled in a musical fashion, paused for a moment, then proceeded over to a lean-to and picked up a horse blanket, light saddle, and bridle. In a moment, he heard the clip of trotting hooves as a dapple gray horse moved out of the trees and over to him. Once saddled, he mounted his steed, and moved off toward the village.
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