A moment or two passed before the stranger began to take note of his location, he was struggling to describe it - having not been anywhere else, with a shake of his head and shrug of the arms his thoughts turned to something else.... food. as he looked around he caught a glimpse of something in his peripheral vision - and looked down to pay it more attention and he saw he was carrying a huge ax in one hand.

[i]I guess whoever or what ever I am it would appear I have strength - lots of it.[/i]

Not knowing what to do with it he just carried the large weapon in his hand and began to wonder away from where he was, sniffing at the air he picked out a few scents which interested him and before long his feet were carrying him on wards somewhere, only to arrive a few moments later at a shop which had food in the window, cakes and other assorted things, with his stomach rumbling he made his way to the door and entered the shop.

[b][i] - have to call the authorities."[/b][/i] 

he stepped forwards, bring his free hand down on the counter:

"Whats going on?"