Ysran opened his eyes. It was dark. Really dark. Did he get bagged? He was sprawled out, facing down. He didn't feel like he was moving. The ground beneath him was soft, yet hard, and cold. He felt around. His surroundings were... cylindrical, and metallic. Was he in some sort if tube? He moved his legs. They felt... free, to say the least. They weren't restricted by anything. Hmmm... maybe... Ysran began crawling backwards, the darkness slowly turning gray and dull. At last he was free! He staggered backwards as he tried to stand up. Readjusting to the light, Ysran appeared to be in some sort of trail, where it was, he couldn't say. It all looked unfamiliar to him. He looked towards his prison. It was a long metal cylinder, with what looked to be a lid, off to the side. Huh.

He looked down. Well, at least he still had his clothes on. Unlike last time something like this happened. Next to the tube was a slightly bulging pack. Presumably his. Taking a peek inside, he could confirm: it was his. Books in Occult languages were stuffed inside, as well as what appeared to be candles, chalk, waterskins, and dried fruit. Hefting the pack onto his back, he looked around him. Trees ran in every direction, and a dirt road seemed to be the only way forward. Question was, which way to take? Hmm... 

After pondering for a moment, Ysran decided to take a left. Based on the wheel tracks, their seemed to be more traffic this way. Maybe it would lead to a city, or a village, or...something. he just needed to know where he was. He began walking the trail. [i][color=662d91]"Here we go,"[/color][/i] he said to himself.