Raikon let the slender man look around and get his bearings, and took the chance to look him over. He didn't appear injured, or to know anything about this... temple, or whatever it was; that or he was a decent actor. He was armed with a dagger, wore simple clothes. He didn't look familiar at all, and the pendant he wore was of a style the traveled warrior hadn't seen before.  The blonde man took a step back and Raikon obliged, allowing him the space. "I don't know where or what this place is. I was hoping you would tell me."

He tried to remember more of the night before, now that the warm air and movement had cleared his mind a little. Everything was very hazy from when he left the meeting hall. He remembered someone helping him down the street. He had asked to go back to the inn, the Gnarled Pine. But he didn't remember making it to his bed. There was something else, they had gone somewhere... But the memory remained evasive.

He looked down at the other unconscious bodies, pondering if he should wake them as well. "My name is Raikon Delnai, I have no idea how I got here." He glanced back over to the man shifting nervously beside him. "Stay calm, it doesn't look like we're in any immediate danger. Can you tell me who you are?" He recognized the look of contained panic, something he had seen in many before a battle. He hoped there wouldn't be a battle.

Raikon walked over to one of the other bodies and knelt down. He pushed the hood back and frowned. A woman, an elf at that. That made him more nervous. The only elves he had encountered had put two arrows into him, and he wasn't keen on repeating the experience. He noticed the bow, quiver of arrows and well worn daggers and decided this one could stay asleep a while longer. He stood up carefully and stepped away.