[The lateness of the hour means one thing: sleep. If John had not passed out on the sofa there would be no telling who answered the door and how long it would take. But as it is the pounding on the door rouses John from his sleep... but just barely.
He stirs, opening a single eye as sleep renders his words slow and sluggish.]
Yeah, yeah, don't get your knickers in a twist.
[The wizard, as he has been so aptly named, does not rise from his position or makes any indication that he will open the door at all. Cities of this size were no strangers to robberies, a fact that both John himself and the house's previous owner had taken into consideration when setting up its various traps in the event of an intruder.]
Who is it? If you're here to sell me something just leave the literature under the door.
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He stirs, opening a single eye as sleep renders his words slow and sluggish.]
Yeah, yeah, don't get your knickers in a twist.
[The wizard, as he has been so aptly named, does not rise from his position or makes any indication that he will open the door at all. Cities of this size were no strangers to robberies, a fact that both John himself and the house's previous owner had taken into consideration when setting up its various traps in the event of an intruder.]
Who is it? If you're here to sell me something just leave the literature under the door.