Could it be? It was certainly too much too hope. But he could try. If the other new nothing about Silvertongues he would believe it to be a wild tale he had made up to go with his busker persona.
"Once there was a man who live happily with his wife and daughters", he said. "He was of the colorfull folk. Not a thief but a performer. He was happy until one day he blinked and found himself in a different world. A world with machines and cars and fire that is angry to the touch and bites. And he learned that he had come out of a book that held his story and his world and everything he loved. He was torn from it by a Silvertongue. A man with the skill of stealing things from books and bringing them into his world. For the past nine long years he has been looking for a way to return home. The man who brought him out of his book refuses to put him back in, so now he is a travelling busker looking for another person with the skill in this inhospitable world."
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Date: Tuesday, 20 July 2010 15:31 (UTC)"Once there was a man who live happily with his wife and daughters", he said. "He was of the colorfull folk. Not a thief but a performer. He was happy until one day he blinked and found himself in a different world. A world with machines and cars and fire that is angry to the touch and bites. And he learned that he had come out of a book that held his story and his world and everything he loved. He was torn from it by a Silvertongue. A man with the skill of stealing things from books and bringing them into his world. For the past nine long years he has been looking for a way to return home. The man who brought him out of his book refuses to put him back in, so now he is a travelling busker looking for another person with the skill in this inhospitable world."
He waited.