Look, I'll make no bones about it, I don't want to talk right now. I'm exhausted and I need to spend time with my family. Anyway, where were you when I hid away in the attic, a cripple too embarrassed to show my scarred face? Yes, you. Don't look over your shoulder. Oh, I was good enough for you then, when I covered my face with a beard and dressed as St Nick. You were happy to follow me on a merry dance through the snow, that night. But, afterwards, after the tragedy, you all stayed away. Now you've come back to gawk at poor Stefan Gessler.
I know you've heard the gossip. You've come to see the freak who found a magic orb and crossed to the other side of time? Haha. You don't believe I did that, do you? A man who claims he travelled to the 14th century has to crazy or a liar, right? Would you believe a story about a shape-shifting sibyl and an evil knight pursuing a harlequin who actually met Wilhelm Tell in person? Of course you wouldn't. I'll even bet you don't believe an alchemist can change base metal into gold. So go away, please. It would be easier to convince my medieval ancestors and peasants that I'm real, more exciting, too. #