This place is quite strange indeed. I have seen those who can travel from one place to another in a blink of an eye, and I, myself have traveled into a pocket dimension that was created through various kinds of magics. But I must admit, the idea of other worlds, as well as times as one has suggested, all connected here is a bit much to believe. How many of you are from different worlds, or times for that matter? And how many of you are able to travel between these worlds.

Perhaps I should formally introduce myself. I'm called Hector, and I'm in a region called Wallachia. I believe, according to the church calendar, it is the year 1479.

So, ducks, boredom's a weird thing. Gets you all kinds of motivated for all sorts 'o nonsense, nothin' usually productive comes of it but at least if you can entertain y'self till you're no longer bored? Well see, that's the trick to it isn't it? 

Heh! 

So 'get creative' he always says. Get bored, figure out ways to assuage it, and other big words to it, 'till it fades out and pops. [He flickers his fingers and extends one palm with a small paper crane perched, fragile wings delicately spread, in the center]

There's this old story, says if you do a thousand of these you get a wish granted. Done about fifty, tearin' pages out of this 'drama drama duck' book. Wonder if it'll run out of pages 'fore I hit a thousand...?

Let's find out.

It has been quite some time... I suppose I shall get down to business.

I see there are many worlds here, no doubt some that perhaps have items similar to my own. I am in need of a sword. Simple iron or steel will not do, however. If anyone knows of a blade with these special requirements, I am sure I have something of equal value that I am willing to part with.

SIMON!!

Where are you?! You're supposed to be resting, not worrying Nia and I like this!

I need somebody to steal something for me.