The deafening sound of sword on sword reached Ian's ears first. There wasn't much thought of it as he stirred a bit. When he realized the sound was continuous his eyes shot open. At first he thought it was just a crazy dream. He slowly turned his head towards a woman sitting on the couch and crying. Another woman was on all fours, looking for something that she may have dropped. She got up when she found what she was looking for, glasses. A few words escaped the woman's lips before another man got up and quickly looked for... live bodies? Ian slowly turned his head the opposite direction. Gallons of blood and severed limbs were all over the room. The sight didn't bother him a bit. Soon after another woman stood up to help the man. 

[i][color=f26522]Who the hell are these people?[/color][/i] With a little more examination, Ian realized he was not home. He realized this wasn't a dream and he sure as hell realized that he was no wheres near home. As he got up he reached for a short sword. He had a really bad feeling that these people were either hostile, or something really bad was about to happen. Even if none of this was true, the short sword may come in handy later on. He looked over everyone that appeared to be alive and kicking. Four different souls. Ian stood away from the few people that were moving. He was hoping that no one would notice him just yet. The most important question he had in the past 24 hours popped into his head. 

[i][color=f26522]Is this permanent?[/color][/i]