[i][color=808080]'One moment your studying a grimoire the next...'[/color][/i] with a loud and indignant harumph someone pulled themselves from a pile of refuse in the narrow alley of the establishment that recently erupted in noise and lights. The individual in question pulling himself from the rubbish was a young man looking quite grumpily at his surroundings with his hazel eyes [i][color=808080]'You wake up in a pile of trash.'[/color][/i] he sighed and tousled the short locks of golden brown hair, his gray robes bunching up at his wrists.

What was his name? Who was he, and more importantly where was he? The most the man could do was stumble through the doors of the tavern after regaining some of his bearings.