A stirring was your first warning that something was amiss. Your world, for as long as you could remember, stretched from nothingness into nothingness, across an ocean of gray mist and swirling void. That was how it had been for ages untold, and, as far as you knew, would be for ages yet to come. Something was changing though, where change had never been, or had there been such an event before? Back, so long ago, you could barely grasp at the memory, there was something... But you could not bring the memory any closer, it slipped away, joining the swirling gray void all around.
First your awareness shrank down to a speck, barely able to even discern your surroundings, where your mind had previously spanned your entire world and new every swirl of mist, every part of the endless void. Limitless before, now you feel confined, forced into something that somehow felt familiar, tugging at that elusive memory. It still would not reveal itself though. Next you felt movement, your awareness slipping out of the gray nothing, and into… A new place…
Kierro...
As the gray swirls through your mind it slowly fades. You find yourself standing in sparse grass with looming apple trees all around. A slight breeze ruffles your hair and blows across your body, making the fact you are wearing nothing at all uncomfortably clear. A few lone apples lay on the ground, but it appears most are still up in the tree canapy, not yet having reached their maturity. From the placement of the sun, through the trees, you figure it is early morning. Looking around you spot a small cottage not too far away, and more buildings, seen through the trees, a bit further away. A lone figure stands nearby, looking at you with a curious gaze. The figure is A fit, silver-haired half-elf well over a hundred years old. He gives your unclothed state a bemused glance then gives you a raised eyebrow. "Some mage have it out for you or what?" He asks in a musical voice. Before you can answer you detect something, something this elf wears on his finger. A small ring on his finger pulls at you, drawing your eyes down to it and making you step forward, nearly against your ability to resist. You manage to just do a single step, then pull yourself to a stop. The ring has a sense to it, a sense that it belongs to you.
As you become aware of your surroundings again, the gray clearing from your vision, you find yourself standing in a small building. Looking around you see it is made of stones that appear to have been scavenged from other structures, then formed into this one. A small shrine sits in the center of the open area. The symbol of a face-up coin is visible on the shrine itself, but you do not have any idea what god or goddess it would be associated with. Standing near the shrine is a young elven female, clearly an acolyte of some sort, with the same symbol as the shrine around her neck on a chain. "May I help you?" The elven female asks as she glances over you quickly, then brings her eyes back to your face. she does not seem too overly-concerned by the fact you have nothing on whatsoever. As she speaks your attention is pulled to a cloak hanging on a peg nearby. The cloak feels familiar, like a long-lost friend, and it feels as if it is pulling at you somehow. You need that cloak, maybe more than breathing...
"And exactly who are you?" A cultured male voice spoke while Leto’s eyes still swirled with gray. Shaking his head to clear them, Leto saw he was in a room lined with red drapes, with a well-made bed along one wall, and a desk. A wizardly sort sat at the desk. The man had a glass staff in one hand, and was clearly watching him with interest. Two more figures stood at alert, crossbows already knocked and aimed at Leto’s bare chest. "And, my good sir, why are you unclothed?" As the wizard spoke, Leto felt a tugging at his awareness, something in this room pulling at him. One of the thugs had a ring on a finger of his right hand, and that ring was what called to Leto. It felt familiar, something that belonged to him above all others...
"Pardon me…" A man’s voice says, pulling Naivara's mind from the swirl of grayness, that quickly dissolved and was gone. The feel of air on her skin had her hands moving up protectively, even as she glanced around, taking in the stacks of various goods all around her. She was standing in some sort of shop, and was bare-naked. An elderly human male, red-faced and clearly averting his eyes, was standing not far off, and there were two young-looking boys sneaking looks from behind a desk. Naivara saw a backpack hanging on a rack nearby and grabbed it, holding it in front of her as she faced the three, then glanced back over her shoulder to make sure there was not someone behind her as well. All that was behind was the wall of the shop, so she was good there. "Where am I?" Naivara asked, keeping the backpack covering her front as she spoke. "Phandalin mam." The older man said. “This is my shop, Barthen’s Provisions… I'm Barthen…” The older man glanced back at her, and gave a relieved sigh at seeing she had covered up. Just then Naivara senses something from outside the shop, something that calls to her, drawing her towards it. She knows she must find it, find it quickly... It is moving away from her though...
As grayness cleared from his sight Sylcan found himself standing amongst rubble and dust. Light came from directly overhead, where he saw a hole in the ceiling of the small room he was in. Taking stock of the situation, he figured the wall could be climbed and get him to that hole in the ceiling. There appeared to be two other exits from the room, both leading off into darkness. The fact that he was bare as the day he was born was only something he noticed after taking in the area around him. Only after taking all of this in did he start to consider why he was there, or who, for that matter, he was. There were no answers to those questions though. Pushing that away, he looked to the ceiling, then to one of the exits into darkness, then turned to the other opening into darkness, which he knew was the way he must go. What he sought was through that way, through a door that hung askew on its frame, with something that called to him from beyond it. Something he must have...
The grayness that filled Mylene's vision changed to green as she blinked her eyes to clear them. The green resolved itself into trees and plants all around her. She swayed briefly on her feet, but stayed standing as she braced a hand against a nearby tree trunk. “What do we have here?” A male voice said from behind her, and she looked over her shoulder to see a man in leather armor standing there, obviously leering at her. Glancing down she quickly realized why; she was completely naked. Looking back up she was surprised to find the man closer, her mind not yet caught up with whatever had happened before she came to herself here. The man was uncomfortably close now, but, even so, she felt something pulling her towards him. Not towards him she realized, but the bracers he wore on his arms. She noticed the quiver of arrows, as well as the longbow now, clear signs of this man's use of the bow. The bracers were hers though, she felt it in her bones. She needed those bracers, more than anything else...
Dust filled Vilana’s nose and she coughed as it swirled around her. The grayness that swirled through her mind didn’t clear all that much as she stood in a small dusty room, with light filtering in from a large, recent-looking, hole along one of the walls. Outside of that hole she saw a small village, mostly old ruins, but what looked like a few updated buildings. The view was limited though, and the interior of the room mostly hidden by dust and darkness. What was not hidden was her body though, since she wore not a stitch of clothing. All she could remember was her name, nothing as to what she was doing in this place, or who the hell she was for that matter. If the hole above was caused by something she had done, then she figured someone might be coming to investigate sooner than later. That thought made her anxious for some reason. She sensed it then, something that called to her, and was not far from her right now. She turned towards the darkness and moved in that direction, finding spider webs, hopefully deserted, and dust, then an opening onto deeper darkness.
With a lurch Honor reached out and braced a hand on a nearby shelf. Her mind swirled, some endless gray expanse flashing through her head, then gone the next instant. She shook her head, then heard a gasp come from somewhere nearby. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that she stood between rows of traveling supplies, and, at the end of the isle she was in, a fairly attractive woman was staring at her. Honor gave her a friendly smile, then frowned, trying to recall exactly where she was and what she was doing there. All she came up with was blackness, nothing, she could not recall anything of what brought her to this place. “I’d say I was not trying to be nosy, but it is not every day a female tiefling appears in my shop out of no where, and is stark naked to boot.” The woman said, now leering at her as the woman leaned her shoulder against the shelves on one side of the isle. As Honor takes all of this in and finds out, for herself, that she is truly wearing no clothes, a sensation thrills through her. Something is moving away from her, something that she must get to... She feels it moving outside of the shop, moving away from the shop already.
Tessa shook the grayness from her vision, and found herself standing in a forested area, the buildings of a small community just visible through the trees. Much of the village looked to be in ruins, but a few newer buildings were visible as well. The more disturbing fact was that she was completely nude, her blond hair all that she wore other than her skin. She stepped behind the nearest tree, using it to block her from the view of anyone in the small village. She leaned her head against the bark of the tree, trying to recall anything, but there was nothing but a blackness where memories should have been. Something in the town pulled her that way though, and she knew she needed to find it, whatever it was. After a moment or two of hesitation, Tessa pushed off of the tree and took in the situation. There were plenty of trees to hide behind, and she saw a few small cottages that had what was probably laundry hanging outside of them. She moved from tree to tree, heading towards one of those cottages. The pull of whatever drew her grew stronger as she approached, clearly coming from inside that cottage.
Naivara's eyes dart between the men and the strange feeling guiding her away. "I... um... I don't suppose you have something I can change into? I... probably shouldn't be running around naked... I'll pay you for them... once I get some money."
The young man standing in the apple grove nervously moves his hands to cover what he can. "Oh. I'm... I'm sorry to be in front of you like this; I haven't a clue what just happened to me, or where I am. May I ask if you have a map of the area, please sir?... and perhaps a robe; I hate to be out in the open all indecent."
Blinking his eyes a few times to adjust to the light, and to look around the room, Leto sees the three figures, and easily assesses that the man at the desk is in charge. Looking down at his unclothed body, and then replying to the man's query as he rotates his legs off the bed to sit up, he says "Have you not seen a naked tiefling before? You." He points to the thug with the ring that had caught his attention and snaps his fingers "Hand me a robe. You're employer seems uncomfortable with my appearance."
Naivara's eyes dart between the men and the strange feeling guiding her away. "I... um... I don't suppose you have something I can change into? I... probably shouldn't be running around naked... I'll pay you for them... once I get some money."
"That would be fine, quite fine." The elderly man nods his agreement. He bussles off, pulling items from shelves. "Let's see, some stockings, some boots, a long tunic..." He continues to mumble as he works his way around, then comes back with arms filled with clothing. Items include the above, plus a belt, a cloak, and a dagger. You can add these to your inventory. "We'll just wait outside, so you can change..." The elderly shop owner says, waving to the two younger men. "Stop that now and get outside..." he turns back to Naivara, sorry, I did not get your name yet..."
Tessa moves towards the laundry line using the underbrush to block the line of sight from the cottage. She carefully observes where to place which foot prior to taking her next step. She never takes her eyes from the clothesline nor the cottage beyond it. She wonders to herself, "Where am I? How do I know to move stealthily and to use the underbrush to conceal my movements?" She secures some clothing to conceal her nakedness, knowing it to be a tool at her disposal, should it be needed; but like all strengths to be hidden until the need presents itself. Clothed she approaches the cottage that calls to her, similar to a moth to a flame. She moves to listen at the door.
The young man standing in the apple grove nervously moves his hands to cover what he can. "Oh. I'm... I'm sorry to be in front of you like this; I haven't a clue what just happened to me, or where I am. May I ask if you have a map of the area, please sir?... and perhaps a robe; I hate to be out in the open all indecent."
"Well at least there is no one else, other than myself, around." the elf says with a chuckle. He removes his cloak and tosses it to you. "You can put that on for now, I would imagine I have a few things that will fit you in my cabin if you wish to come with me. What is your name by the way? I am Daran Edermath..." He holds your eye as you put on the cloak, watching you carefully.
Blinking his eyes a few times to adjust to the light, and to look around the room, Leto sees the three figures, and easily assesses that the man at the desk is in charge. Looking down at his unclothed body, and then replying to the man's query as he rotates his legs off the bed to sit up, he says "Have you not seen a naked tiefling before? You." He points to the thug with the ring that had caught his attention and snaps his fingers "Hand me a robe. You're employer seems uncomfortable with my appearance."
"Would you care to explain what power brought you into my sanctum?" The wizard said, clearly amused at your predicament. He nods to the thug when the man gives the wizard a questioning look at your order. The man remove shis own cloaka nd tosses it to you, but does not get any closer to you than needed.
"Naivara," Naivara says, taking the clothes gratefully, "and thank you again." She waits for the men to leave before getting dressed quickly and going to join them outside, looking around for the strange force pulling her away
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"Thank you, Daran. I'm grateful for your generosity." " Kierro says, his voice and mannerisms becoming lighter and more at ease now that he is clothed. "My name is Kierro. Kierro Hawklight." He cheerfully walks with the elf toward the cabin, but he can't help staring at the ring for a while. Once inside, Daran notices, and Kierro asks: "I hate to pry, especially this soon after we've met, but I can't help but notice... your ring; there's something remarkably special about it that I can't quite figure out. May I ask about it if it wouldn't be too much trouble?"
"Would you care to explain what power brought you into my sanctum?" The wizard said, clearly amused at your predicament. He nods to the thug when the man gives the wizard a questioning look at your order. The man remove shis own cloaka nd tosses it to you, but does not get any closer to you than needed.
Taking the cloak from the guard, Leto wraps it around his body, and looks to the mage for a second feeling that he has little to hide at this point. Looking to his right arm, and flexing his hand which has a long serpent tattoo from above the elbow down to the back of his hand, he replies "I wish I knew myself. For how long have I been here? And... where exactly is 'here'?"
A stirring was your first warning that something was amiss. Your world, for as long as you could remember, stretched from nothingness into nothingness, across an ocean of gray mist and swirling void. That was how it had been for ages untold, and, as far as you knew, would be for ages yet to come. Something was changing though, where change had never been, or had there been such an event before? Back, so long ago, you could barely grasp at the memory, there was something... But you could not bring the memory any closer, it slipped away, joining the swirling gray void all around.
First your awareness shrank down to a speck, barely able to even discern your surroundings, where your mind had previously spanned your entire world and new every swirl of mist, every part of the endless void. Limitless before, now you feel confined, forced into something that somehow felt familiar, tugging at that elusive memory. It still would not reveal itself though. Next you felt movement, your awareness slipping out of the gray nothing, and into… A new place…
Kierro...
As the gray swirls through your mind it slowly fades. You find yourself standing in sparse grass with looming apple trees all around. A slight breeze ruffles your hair and blows across your body, making the fact you are wearing nothing at all uncomfortably clear. A few lone apples lay on the ground, but it appears most are still up in the tree canapy, not yet having reached their maturity. From the placement of the sun, through the trees, you figure it is early morning.
Looking around you spot a small cottage not too far away, and more buildings, seen through the trees, a bit further away. A lone figure stands nearby, looking at you with a curious gaze. The figure is A fit, silver-haired half-elf well over a hundred years old. He gives your unclothed state a bemused glance then gives you a raised eyebrow.
"Some mage have it out for you or what?" He asks in a musical voice.
Before you can answer you detect something, something this elf wears on his finger. A small ring on his finger pulls at you, drawing your eyes down to it and making you step forward, nearly against your ability to resist. You manage to just do a single step, then pull yourself to a stop. The ring has a sense to it, a sense that it belongs to you.
What do you do?
Latrius...
As you become aware of your surroundings again, the gray clearing from your vision, you find yourself standing in a small building. Looking around you see it is made of stones that appear to have been scavenged from other structures, then formed into this one. A small shrine sits in the center of the open area. The symbol of a face-up coin is visible on the shrine itself, but you do not have any idea what god or goddess it would be associated with. Standing near the shrine is a young elven female, clearly an acolyte of some sort, with the same symbol as the shrine around her neck on a chain.
"May I help you?" The elven female asks as she glances over you quickly, then brings her eyes back to your face. she does not seem too overly-concerned by the fact you have nothing on whatsoever.
As she speaks your attention is pulled to a cloak hanging on a peg nearby. The cloak feels familiar, like a long-lost friend, and it feels as if it is pulling at you somehow. You need that cloak, maybe more than breathing...
What do you do?
Leto...
"And exactly who are you?" A cultured male voice spoke while Leto’s eyes still swirled with gray. Shaking his head to clear them, Leto saw he was in a room lined with red drapes, with a well-made bed along one wall, and a desk. A wizardly sort sat at the desk. The man had a glass staff in one hand, and was clearly watching him with interest. Two more figures stood at alert, crossbows already knocked and aimed at Leto’s bare chest. "And, my good sir, why are you unclothed?"
As the wizard spoke, Leto felt a tugging at his awareness, something in this room pulling at him. One of the thugs had a ring on a finger of his right hand, and that ring was what called to Leto. It felt familiar, something that belonged to him above all others...
What do you do?
Naivara...
"Pardon me…" A man’s voice says, pulling Naivara's mind from the swirl of grayness, that quickly dissolved and was gone. The feel of air on her skin had her hands moving up protectively, even as she glanced around, taking in the stacks of various goods all around her. She was standing in some sort of shop, and was bare-naked. An elderly human male, red-faced and clearly averting his eyes, was standing not far off, and there were two young-looking boys sneaking looks from behind a desk. Naivara saw a backpack hanging on a rack nearby and grabbed it, holding it in front of her as she faced the three, then glanced back over her shoulder to make sure there was not someone behind her as well. All that was behind was the wall of the shop, so she was good there.
"Where am I?" Naivara asked, keeping the backpack covering her front as she spoke.
"Phandalin mam." The older man said. “This is my shop, Barthen’s Provisions… I'm Barthen…” The older man glanced back at her, and gave a relieved sigh at seeing she had covered up.
Just then Naivara senses something from outside the shop, something that calls to her, drawing her towards it. She knows she must find it, find it quickly... It is moving away from her though...
What do you do?
Sylcan Naïlo...
As grayness cleared from his sight Sylcan found himself standing amongst rubble and dust. Light came from directly overhead, where he saw a hole in the ceiling of the small room he was in. Taking stock of the situation, he figured the wall could be climbed and get him to that hole in the ceiling. There appeared to be two other exits from the room, both leading off into darkness. The fact that he was bare as the day he was born was only something he noticed after taking in the area around him. Only after taking all of this in did he start to consider why he was there, or who, for that matter, he was. There were no answers to those questions though. Pushing that away, he looked to the ceiling, then to one of the exits into darkness, then turned to the other opening into darkness, which he knew was the way he must go. What he sought was through that way, through a door that hung askew on its frame, with something that called to him from beyond it. Something he must have...
What do you do?
Mylene Durza...
The grayness that filled Mylene's vision changed to green as she blinked her eyes to clear them. The green resolved itself into trees and plants all around her. She swayed briefly on her feet, but stayed standing as she braced a hand against a nearby tree trunk.
“What do we have here?” A male voice said from behind her, and she looked over her shoulder to see a man in leather armor standing there, obviously leering at her. Glancing down she quickly realized why; she was completely naked. Looking back up she was surprised to find the man closer, her mind not yet caught up with whatever had happened before she came to herself here. The man was uncomfortably close now, but, even so, she felt something pulling her towards him. Not towards him she realized, but the bracers he wore on his arms. She noticed the quiver of arrows, as well as the longbow now, clear signs of this man's use of the bow. The bracers were hers though, she felt it in her bones. She needed those bracers, more than anything else...
What do you do?
Vilana...
Dust filled Vilana’s nose and she coughed as it swirled around her. The grayness that swirled through her mind didn’t clear all that much as she stood in a small dusty room, with light filtering in from a large, recent-looking, hole along one of the walls. Outside of that hole she saw a small village, mostly old ruins, but what looked like a few updated buildings. The view was limited though, and the interior of the room mostly hidden by dust and darkness. What was not hidden was her body though, since she wore not a stitch of clothing. All she could remember was her name, nothing as to what she was doing in this place, or who the hell she was for that matter. If the hole above was caused by something she had done, then she figured someone might be coming to investigate sooner than later. That thought made her anxious for some reason. She sensed it then, something that called to her, and was not far from her right now. She turned towards the darkness and moved in that direction, finding spider webs, hopefully deserted, and dust, then an opening onto deeper darkness.
What do you do?
Honor...
With a lurch Honor reached out and braced a hand on a nearby shelf. Her mind swirled, some endless gray expanse flashing through her head, then gone the next instant. She shook her head, then heard a gasp come from somewhere nearby. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that she stood between rows of traveling supplies, and, at the end of the isle she was in, a fairly attractive woman was staring at her. Honor gave her a friendly smile, then frowned, trying to recall exactly where she was and what she was doing there. All she came up with was blackness, nothing, she could not recall anything of what brought her to this place.
“I’d say I was not trying to be nosy, but it is not every day a female tiefling appears in my shop out of no where, and is stark naked to boot.” The woman said, now leering at her as the woman leaned her shoulder against the shelves on one side of the isle.
As Honor takes all of this in and finds out, for herself, that she is truly wearing no clothes, a sensation thrills through her. Something is moving away from her, something that she must get to... She feels it moving outside of the shop, moving away from the shop already.
What do you do?
Tessa...
Tessa shook the grayness from her vision, and found herself standing in a forested area, the buildings of a small community just visible through the trees. Much of the village looked to be in ruins, but a few newer buildings were visible as well. The more disturbing fact was that she was completely nude, her blond hair all that she wore other than her skin. She stepped behind the nearest tree, using it to block her from the view of anyone in the small village. She leaned her head against the bark of the tree, trying to recall anything, but there was nothing but a blackness where memories should have been. Something in the town pulled her that way though, and she knew she needed to find it, whatever it was.
After a moment or two of hesitation, Tessa pushed off of the tree and took in the situation. There were plenty of trees to hide behind, and she saw a few small cottages that had what was probably laundry hanging outside of them. She moved from tree to tree, heading towards one of those cottages. The pull of whatever drew her grew stronger as she approached, clearly coming from inside that cottage.
What do you do?
Naivara:
Naivara's eyes dart between the men and the strange feeling guiding her away. "I... um... I don't suppose you have something I can change into? I... probably shouldn't be running around naked... I'll pay you for them... once I get some money."
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Kierro:
The young man standing in the apple grove nervously moves his hands to cover what he can. "Oh. I'm... I'm sorry to be in front of you like this; I haven't a clue what just happened to me, or where I am. May I ask if you have a map of the area, please sir?... and perhaps a robe; I hate to be out in the open all indecent."
Leto
Blinking his eyes a few times to adjust to the light, and to look around the room, Leto sees the three figures, and easily assesses that the man at the desk is in charge. Looking down at his unclothed body, and then replying to the man's query as he rotates his legs off the bed to sit up, he says "Have you not seen a naked tiefling before? You." He points to the thug with the ring that had caught his attention and snaps his fingers "Hand me a robe. You're employer seems uncomfortable with my appearance."
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"That would be fine, quite fine." The elderly man nods his agreement. He bussles off, pulling items from shelves. "Let's see, some stockings, some boots, a long tunic..." He continues to mumble as he works his way around, then comes back with arms filled with clothing. Items include the above, plus a belt, a cloak, and a dagger. You can add these to your inventory. "We'll just wait outside, so you can change..." The elderly shop owner says, waving to the two younger men. "Stop that now and get outside..." he turns back to Naivara, sorry, I did not get your name yet..."
Tessa
Tessa moves towards the laundry line using the underbrush to block the line of sight from the cottage. She carefully observes where to place which foot prior to taking her next step. She never takes her eyes from the clothesline nor the cottage beyond it. She wonders to herself, "Where am I? How do I know to move stealthily and to use the underbrush to conceal my movements?" She secures some clothing to conceal her nakedness, knowing it to be a tool at her disposal, should it be needed; but like all strengths to be hidden until the need presents itself. Clothed she approaches the cottage that calls to her, similar to a moth to a flame. She moves to listen at the door.
"Well at least there is no one else, other than myself, around." the elf says with a chuckle. He removes his cloak and tosses it to you. "You can put that on for now, I would imagine I have a few things that will fit you in my cabin if you wish to come with me. What is your name by the way? I am Daran Edermath..." He holds your eye as you put on the cloak, watching you carefully.
"Would you care to explain what power brought you into my sanctum?" The wizard said, clearly amused at your predicament. He nods to the thug when the man gives the wizard a questioning look at your order. The man remove shis own cloaka nd tosses it to you, but does not get any closer to you than needed.
Naivara:
"Naivara," Naivara says, taking the clothes gratefully, "and thank you again." She waits for the men to leave before getting dressed quickly and going to join them outside, looking around for the strange force pulling her away
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Latrius:
Latrius frowns in confusion, looking down at himself, then at the acolyte, then at the cloak.
"Er . . .do you mind if I take this? I feel like it's mine, or it was?"
He presses the heel of his palm to his forehead.
"Gods, I can't remember anything. My head . . .er, I don't supposed you'd happen to have some clothes as well? Besides the cloak?"
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Kierro:
"Thank you, Daran. I'm grateful for your generosity." " Kierro says, his voice and mannerisms becoming lighter and more at ease now that he is clothed. "My name is Kierro. Kierro Hawklight." He cheerfully walks with the elf toward the cabin, but he can't help staring at the ring for a while. Once inside, Daran notices, and Kierro asks: "I hate to pry, especially this soon after we've met, but I can't help but notice... your ring; there's something remarkably special about it that I can't quite figure out. May I ask about it if it wouldn't be too much trouble?"
Leto
Taking the cloak from the guard, Leto wraps it around his body, and looks to the mage for a second feeling that he has little to hide at this point. Looking to his right arm, and flexing his hand which has a long serpent tattoo from above the elbow down to the back of his hand, he replies "I wish I knew myself. For how long have I been here? And... where exactly is 'here'?"
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