Ysran stood in the shadows of the room. He watched as strange people walked around and in-and-out. Strange mythological creatures. Elves, some sort of bird man, a centaur, how strange. Fortunately, Ysran was up to date on his mythology, and was able to identify these creatures. There was, of course, the issue of magic. Judging by the sudden Arcane knowledge he had, he could obviously cast them. But how? He raised his arm and opened his hand. Nothing. He tried to focus his mental attention to his hand. Nothing. He closed his eyes and let his arm fall back to his side. He intently focused on his knowledge. He could cast two spells. Eldritch Blast, and Fishscales. But how? Fishscales would probably be easier to cast. Perhaps... an incantation is needed? [i][color=662d91]"Aboaperi en zodume"[/color][/i] and as if on queue, scales began to form around his hand, and up his arm. [i][color=662d91]"Stop."[/color][/i] On command, they stopped, and receded into the aether. Well, looks like English works. How convenient. 

He stepped out of the shadows and towards a table everyone seemed to be sitting at. He picked a random spot. He didn't know these people, and likely wouldn't anytime soon. The was a drink in front of him. It smelled... fruity, like juice. He decided to take a sip. It was sweet and sugary, yet unidentifiable. The taste was unfamiliar to him. He decided to sit back in his chair and watch the events of today unfold.