[center][h2][color=red][i]Daniel Corolov[/i][/color][/h2][/center]

The young, penetrating voice was an anchor into the present. Keeling over slightly, Daniel answered [b] “that sword will do you no good against me son, and to answer your question I thought I saw some of the group head off to a tavern nearby.” [/b]He unintentionally stared into the mans eyes, young and innocent as they were. The knight blinked confusedly for a moment before belting a rushed thank you and setting off towards the tavern, clearly aiming to be apart from the strange man as fast as possible. It was obvious to Daniel how insane he must look, so with effort he managed to brush the better part of sleet off of his shoulders and removed the kings summons from a concealed jacket pocket. 

Strangely, the paper seemed to have aged significantly although to the knights knowledge it had only been delivered a few months ago. Stumbling over himself before the man could leave, Daniel set a hand on his shoulder and shuddered out [b]“hold on a moment, I am one of them. Have you directions to the squire?” [/b]The young knight simply pointed over Daniels shoulder and, after pondering the aged paper for a moment, handed it back and jogged out of the foreground.

Stumbling into the main hall with gusto, Daniel slammed the door shut behind him and sighed a breath of relief. Gazing around the room, he found only a couple people that could be his compatriots. With a resigned sigh he slumped against a nearby pillar and gradually faded out of this reality. His mind wandering between dimensions and realities, as his forlorn weathered gaze settled upon the opposite wall.