[Center] [h1] [color=662d91]Ysran Stormreach[/color] [/h1] [/Center] 





Ysran was enjoying a rather nice nap, when a blow to the back of his head woke him up.

[i]"Whoops, sorry about that!"[/i] A voice shouted towards him.

Ysran opened his eyes, but the bright daylight nearly blinded him. He was face up, sprawled a crossed the wooden bed of a caravan.

[color=662d91][i]What? Who...?[/i][/color] Ysran wasn't feeling to great.

[i]"Finally awake are you? You've been asleep for almost a day now."[/i]

[color=662d91][i]"Who are you? How did I get here?"[/i][/color] Ysran struggled to get to his feet. What with the whole hungover feeling and the bumpy road they seemed to be on. Ysran did his best to remember what he was doing, but drew a blank. Last thing he remembered was trying to get through his Heal spellbook, and then feeling lightheaded.

[i]"Well, you ran up to me in a panic, tossed me a bit a gold, and said something along the lines of 'Get me out of here as fast as possible'. I had my suspicions, but hey, money talks. You then set your stuff down and went out like a light. I tried waking you earlier, but you were really out. I almost thought you were dead! But, here you are now. Want off at the next city?"[/i]

His stuff?

Looking around him, he saw several books and his pack, filled with who knows what.

[color=662d91][i]"Uh... yeah. I'll get off at the next stop. Let me know when we get there."[/i][/color] 

Ysran sat back down on side bench on the inside of the caravan. Looking through his pack, it seemed to be full of traveling supplies. How convenient. Looking at the books, he counted 6 in total. Two of which were the spells he was learning. The other four, however, were spells he already knew. He didn't even have these in his collection. Dismissing them, he put them into his pack. All that was left now was to wait until he got to the next city.