Sycamore Fletcher awoke first, for no other reason than my posting firsties.  He shook the cobwebs from his mind, stirred and rose.<br/><br/>"That was an inordinately heavy-handed way to say come hither," Fletcher said, grinning.   "I would have come along if you had said, 'You come here, I have gold.'"  Of course, at that moment, he was speaking to himself, and I really mean that.  The swashbuckling essence that currently resided in him wasn't very vocative.<br/><br/>He was startled to discover the next person appear--but only because he was hurt that he wasn't the only chosen one.