The Scientist's Apprentice: Part Eleven "Now that we are all gathered here," Sir Hartwick announced grandly, holding his hands out as if he were on stage, "it is time for you, Sir Rickshaw, to tell me the ingredients for the time travel spell."
A Rubber Plant Castle Tale: The Dead Bearog She picked up a little creature by the scruff of its neck. One head whimpered. She surveyed the area for its owner. A second head whined. There was no one to be found... Interesting.