[hr][center][@BCTheEntity] [color=deepskyblue]Talran Galelove – Medium Friendly Paladin[/color][/center][hr]Zaerith Dustborn. 

Of course, now he remembered - that face, those markings, it all snapped into sharp focus as Talran finally realised who he was talking to. Yet, he acted so differently from before, and claimed he had memory issues... was he truly the same person he'd known?

[color=deepskyblue]'Helm almighty,'[/color] Talran muttered, eyes wide with a mixture of emotion. [color=deepskyblue]'How did you get here, Zaerith? And... no. No, you have a lot of questions to answer,'[/color] he explained, just a little cross, though not sure how to process the matter quite yet, [color=deepskyblue]'and we'ven't enough time to discuss them in full when we've barely arrived at our destination.'[/color] He gestured briefly to the gates they had just passed through. [color=deepskyblue]'You've offered me up a great deal of confusion in the past, and I wish to get to the bottom of it as soon as possible.'[/color] Gods above, Zaerith had arrived here too. Fate was, after all, humoured by all sorts of coincidences. The question was, once they'd talked again, how would he handle him?[hr]