[url=http://orokos.com/roll/291536]With a grunt,[/url] the minotaur on the beach leaps to his feet, carefully surveying the area around him. Taking out a miniature brass trident from his pack, he kissed it.

"Yar, bless yer mercy, Poseidon, for I am safe on shore after a trying voyage."

With a stretch, he began making his way over to the armored woman. Thankfully, he remembered his journey with perfect clarity... up to the point he passed out. Hopefully someone had paper, a book, or a map.

"OI! I need a map. Or paper. Or something. Got to figure out where we are."