- Markshire PCs:
If thereâ€™s one place in all oâ€™ Markshire I hates ta go to, itâ€™s to the mountains north oâ€™ Cona. Or up from Cona, dependinâ€™ how yer lookinâ€™ at it. Ya see, there ainâ€™t no little streams, or funny lookinâ€™ trees or anything else in those mountains ta guide a person.
Ainâ€™t nothinâ€™ in those mountains â€˜cept rocks, and, to me,each rock lookinâ€™ exactly the same as the next! Now how am I gonna make a map outta that? It would be useless Iâ€™m thinkinâ€™. Just a bunch oâ€™ rocks, all the same, scribbled on it. So when I goes to those mountains, Itâ€™s best I go with a group oâ€™ people.
Yup! I gotta be followinâ€™ someone. Else Iâ€™m gonna get lost fer sure. When the lot oâ€™ us took off, Bel led, we all followed and it was easy gettinâ€™ there. We run into a few giants on the way, but we put â€˜em down quick and soon we was standinâ€™ in front oâ€™ the mouth oâ€™ the cave.
None oâ€™ us was too anxious to go in . . . we heard noises, scratchinâ€™ and scrapin and moaninâ€™ cominâ€™ from inside. I was standinâ€™ behind Bel, and I gave him a good hard shove towards the entrance and inside he went. Its amazinâ€™ how ya gotta keep pokinâ€™ and proddinâ€™ a man to do somethinâ€™ useful.
We all waited outside for a moment or two, listininâ€™ hard, ta hear if somethinâ€™ was killinâ€™ Bel. We ainâ€™t heard him screaminâ€™ or nothinâ€™ so we decided it was safe fer all oâ€™ us, and in we went.