Merlin damn this town and the inhabitants that kept making it a laughing stock and then whining when the Prophet got wind of their stupid antics. He had just about had enough for it. The thought of Australia with its 'she'll be right' attitude and days of endless drinking and no responsibility was tempting again. But no, he vowed he'd come back and make right.
He appeared at the fountain's edge. "Get the fuck out, Isolde."