A peasant woman plods along the street and inches from you looks up, and shrieks, "Wizard!" She runs off dropping her baskets of eggs, as she flees.
"Ah, guess that's why they say, "Don't put all your eggs in one basket." "
"Truly profound words, Wizard," says a balding man with a beard and mustache who seems to be jotting down what you just said on a scrap of paper.
Hm, medieval times? Maybe you just coined the expression, "Don't put all your eggs in one basket." Hm?
"Ahem, oh, great Wizard, um, ahem, what brings you to grace our humble poor village with a visit?" says a man in an old red doublet wearing a large gold mayoral chain and medallion.
"Mr. Mayor?" you ask.
He seems startled then remembers his emblem of office and looks down at his chest. He stammers, "Yes-s-s, I-I am th-the M-m-m-mayor!"
You run your fingers through your beard. Damn, it's got to be 3 or 4 feet long. And it's white with grey bits. You look down at purple and gold starred robe that trails to your ankles and your matching purple curled toe boots with big gold buckles. Maybe you are a wizard.
"Why do you think, I am here, Mr. Mayor?"