It wasn't all too hard for anyone to drug Malkai if they really needed too; he was doing just fine poisoning himself with cheap grog. If anyone had told him they had “medicine” that could let him sleep through this entire journey, he'd down it before he learned of the side effects. But no one approached him about it, and he eventually got drugged when his drink was spiked. Malkai practically slept like a baby during the entire time he was dragged from bed and tossed overboard.

It was a good thing too, if Malkai had been thrown into the ocean while conscious he would have likely drown in his own panic. For a man who didn't know how to swim and wore heavy armor and equipment, he managed to wash up ashore just fine, sand most of his equipment. When he came to the first thing he did was check on his inventory.

[color=a2d39c]“Axe. Armor. Shield. Gauntlet. Backpack. Nothin’ in my pack… Damn.”[/color]

Checking the rest of his pockets Malkai was disappointed to know that he was missing other essential items as well. His anytool must have fallen from his bandolier, he his potions had broken, and all his cigars were soaked. That annoyed him the most. It'd take weeks before these things would dry, and their taste would never be the same. Still he kept them. Maybe when he was pretty desperate he could just chew on them or something.

Getting to his feet Malkai surveyed the area. Sure enough for the lightless realm, it was dark. Malkai’s natural dark vision allows him to see just fine aside from the lack of color, but he was concerned for the others. If they washed up under the same condition as he did they probably couldn't see a damn thing. And Malkai imagined lighting a torch was just asking for all sorts of beasties to come out and eat you. Speaking of which Malkai took his axe out in preparation for combat. While he had somehow survived the wash ashore, he doubts that he'll be alone for long.

Malkai took a few steps forward and immediately fell to his knees. The combined cocktail of questionable drink and knock-out drugs, as well as whatever had happened to him in the ocean, made his body feel extremely weak. It wasn't his first time in such a state however, and he shall preserve. But that didn't mean he was in his best shape. [color=a2d39c]"Tch. Cmon, damn feet. Git up!”[/color] Malkai had to will himself onto his feet and continue forward. With any luck he'll find the rest of the company. With his luck however, he'll probably be attacked by skeletons or something. Certainly a lot of them here.