Teller

The road west has well-worn ruts from many wagons.

* Prodigal stoops rolls around in the dust, making sure to get plenty of dirt in his hair. He then starts walking west.

Teller

Prodigal spies the smoke from a nearby town after about two hours walk. It's a warm day.

* Prodigal walks into the town, and if unmolested, seeks out whatever looks like a marketplace or public forum.

Teller

The town is medium sized. People give Prodigal stares, but no-one approaches. There is a small market square.

* Prodigal looks around for anyone who might look like authorities... soldiers, police, etc... and makes sure that what he does next is in full view.

Teller

Prodigal sees a couple of men, armed, with an air of authority about them.

* Prodigal walks out in full view and suddenly throws his arms in the air and shouts...

Prodigal

"Dooooom!"
"Famine! Drought! I have seen it!"

* Prodigal spins around, aiming a finger one by one at the folk in the square.

Prodigal

"Moonless has brought this on all of you!"

* Prodigal puts his hands down in the dust and lets it run through his fingers. "The worms brought me the word! Not a drop of rain shall fall as long as Moonless reigns!"

Teller

People start staring. Most move away, giving Prodigal a wide berth.

Prodigal

"Siiiiinnn!"
"Corruption!"
"LUST!"
"He has let his LOINS master him!"

Teller

Now the two constable types are walking toward you. You see them split up, likely planning to come at you from opposite sides. Neither looks about to draw a weapon.

* Prodigal turns towards one of them and shrieks (think Bob Goldthwaite). "You like the taste of dust? Learn it! The worms told me!"

Teller

They ease forward. The one Prodigal faces says, "Steady on, traveller. You're causing some folks upset wi' your nonsense." He's trying to sound soothing.

Prodigal

"It's not nonsense! Consult your own soothsayers! They know!"

* Prodigal points to a village woman at random. "She has the sight! She knows!"

Teller

The woman shrieks and turns, rushing away.

Prodigal

"See!"

Prodigal

"Even now she flees the doom which descends upon you!"

Teller

"She's fleeing *you*, you great idiot." The constables approach, timing it to get there at the same time.

* Prodigal allows himself to be "captured". "Yes! Idiot! The scholars and priests, they do not listen to the worms! But when the drought comes, they will have to!"

Teller

The two men 'subdue' prodigal rather gently. "Come along, traveller. Sounds like ye've had too much drink." They start to lead him away.

Prodigal

"Drink! AHAHAHAHHAAAA!"
"Enjoy it now!"

Teller

They lead you to the local jailhouse, a small one-story affair. If you don't resist too much, they escort you into a cell.

Prodigal

Prodigal allows himself to be shut into a cell. He doesn't resist, that would result in things like leg irons, that he doesn't want.