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[sub]Interacting with Thomas Robinson [@Aurrorian][/sub][/center]

[color=fee7be]The other fellow stood from his seemingly comfortable position on the ground, addressing Tryg as a Viking or somesort. [color=efbd65][b]"Wha--?"[/b][/color] he stammered, before realizing what the person was saying. Suddenly he was quite self-conscious over his accent. [color=efbd65][b]"Oh, er, not a Viking, per se. I'm Finnish. And . . . uh . . . no invasion, either. Course I thought this was a dream myself if not for the rather real pain some of the monsters around here can cause. And . . . I've been bopped on the head myself. Didn't help anything."[/b][/color] He gestured to his gashed left shoulder. What was this? Tryg was typically far more confident than this rambling buffoon he had become. Was this because he no longer had [i]Dainsleif[/i] by his side? Or had he just become so fearful of what the world had shown him?

His heart was still hammering away from the adrenaline rush of his previous encounters. He was sincerely hoping that this unassuming hooded guy was actually harmless. Then he realized he was still holding the saber in a guard stance. Not the best way to make a first impression. He tried to relax his posture a little, and while he could get his sword arm to somewhat relax at his side, he couldn't fully ease the tensions in his muscles. He was on edge, cautiously watching every shadow, every shift of the fog. And it wasn't helped when he heard distant howls. If cats were skilled fencers in this world, he wanted no part of what a bloody canine could do. [color=efbd65][b][i]Olla munaa, Tryg.[/i][/b][/color]

Tryg forced himself to take a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Repeat two more times. Okay, better. His focus was returning. [color=efbd65][b]"Whatever that howling was, I don't want to find out. But I have a hunch it's no normal wolf."[/b][/color] Better. A little more confident that time. [color=efbd65][b]"What say we try to get out of this foggy nightmare before whatever it is manages to find us?"[/b][/color] Tryg began to walk in the direction opposite the noise. [color=efbd65][b]"Name's Tryg, by the by. Tryg Truman."[/b][/color][/color]