The first thing Jocelyn noticed when she awoke on the meadow, was a sharp pain in her head. Her hand immediately went to held it and she discovered what felt like two bumps. Her hair hid them from sight, but she sure could feel them. Her hand moved down again as she looked around.

The second thing coming to her was that in her right hand lied a purple note book. With a soft frown she took it and looked through it. Only one letter seemed to be in it and the words of it only confused her more than she already was. The letter, being adressed to her, left her wondering why she couldn't remember who the one was that signed in the bottom with only one letter of his name.

Searching her memory didn't really help much for it was mostly blank. No personal information regarding family or friends or anyone she might have ever met was available. A little concerned she told herself that it had to do with her brain injury and was only temorary. The wish to make a quick note appeared in her head and - to her big surprise - she suddenly held an elegant quill in her hand. She couldn't remember to have picked one up or even seen it. Fear struck her. Maybe she was already getting crazy? Or losing her short-time memory very very badly? Did she pick it up and then immediately forgot about it? How absurd it sounded, it still made more sense than the quill magically appearing in her hand just because she had wished for it. [i]No that's not it.
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She quickly wrote a few words underneath the letter. 

Given that she couldn't do anything about her memory loss right now, she got up and - after feeling a little dizzy from getting up too fast and also the headache kicking back in - walked towards what she would guess was a tavern. The wooden door seemed to somehow pull her towards it, not magically, not over-naturally, just a feeling that she should go there to check it out.

Two other seemingly female living creatures that looked very much like humans were standing at the door. Jocelyn slowly stepped closer to them, close enough now to hear them talk. She stopped a few feet away from them.

[color=fff79a]"Excuse me?"[/color], she tried to sound polite. [color=fff79a]"Can you please let me pass?"[/color] She waited for either of them to make a move or deny her entrance. Her head started to throb in slight pain and she wished for a cold water right now.

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OOC: might add a slight something once GM replied and if they allow it // "it" will not interfere with the conversation or actions between any characters

Edit: Added the part, I will remove it if the GM asks me to do so!