The longbowman after much hesitation, decided to simply knock instead of using the glowing thing next to the door, which he for some reason felt would summon the house owner.
I open the door.
Longbowman: Hello, lad, would ye mind tellin' me where in blazes I am?
Me: Uhh...how do I explain this...
Longbowman: Ok, nevermind that, all I want to know is if I'm anywhere near Valencia, I've got to get back to me regiment 'afore the battle is won!
Me: You are 600 years and about 12400 miles away from Valencia.
He looks at me with a confused expression.
Longbowman: Well now that ye've got all that gibberish outta your mouth, mayhap you can tell me what your meaning is?
Me: I mean exactly what I said, you've been teleported by Timballisto to my doorstep.
Longbowman: And I should believe ye why? How can I know if 600 years 'ave passed? How d'ya know all this stuff?
Me: I'm on a certain forum, so I know these things. And as for the 600 years, look behind you.
Longbowman: Now my eyes have truly seen all, a carriage that moves without horses.
Me: And look to your left, where those strips of metal are lying on the ground, they're called train tracks.
Longbowman: That..Is one, GIANT baggage car, rollin over those uhh...Thingy tracks you said.
Me: it's a train.
Longbowman: So, seein' as I've just got through 6 centuries without dyin', am I immortal or what is it? eh?
Me:mmm..I guess you are thinking back on it.
Longbowman: so how d'I get back?
Me: Somebody has to teleport you back, but first, lemme show you something.
Longbowman and I travel to Archery store.
Longbowmen: What is this fiberglass stuff? Any bow made of glass'd break instantly. wouldn't bend at'all.
Me: Try it out if you think so.
Longbowman: If you'll have that be the case, then the shillings are comin' from your own pocket.
I buy him a bow and an arrow, (also fiberglass) and he shoots it...Inside the building. Fortunately, nobody saw, and he hit the target anyway. I buy the target for him since he's already used it, and tell him that he can't shoot in many places in this time era. Soon after trying it, he's spent all his shillings and all my money on fiberglass arrows and a spare fiberglass bow.
Longbowman: I be liking this stuff, now can I get back to me regiment , or am I cursed.. well this isn't reallly a curse, more akin to paradise, but can i get back to m' regiment now?
Me: sure.
Longbowman: Golly am I lucky, Wait until the rest of the reg' sees this thingymajig!
*teleport*
Longbowman: G'bye!
Me: don't forget to write!
Longbowman: be assured, I won't forget!
Me:bye.
I close the door.
A lemming -> :smiley:
