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[color=6699CC][h2]Ghiar[/h2][/color]
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[color=808080]Ghiar appeared in front of the Nameless Tavern, completely unaware of his current location. As he began to pat himself down, a gust of wind twirled around him. Anxiety filled his veins and he shook as he checked to see if he was still intact. "[color=6699CC][i]Oh...go-o-[/i][b]gods[/b] where am I?[/color]" he stuttered as he looked at the building in front of him. He couldn't remember where he came from; this happened from time to time as he traveled through time, particularly in the multiverse.

The last thing he remembered was being overcome with fear and terror. Something bad was happening, and he didn't even have time to think before his powers teleported him away from it. He didn't intend to come here, did he? Taking a dry, heavy gulp as his gaze lingered on the Nameless Tavern in front of him, he could see that there was a commotion inside. [i]Should I go in?[/i] He pondered as he decided what he should do and where he was.

His breathing slowed as he considered going inside the building; it appeared to be a public area, and he knew going inside would be worse than continuing outside. He's outside, in a place he hasn't been before. Having no knowledge of the wildlife or dangers lurking in the shadows. Out of desperation, he appeared to walk hesitantly and quickly up to the front doors. He stood in the doorway of the Nameless Tavern for what seemed like an eternity after opening the doors. He might have had a dumbfounded or surprised expression on his face, but he decided to move out of the way. Allowed himself to wander, checking out the place and the people who were in the tavern. 

When he arrived at the counter, he paused for a moment to reflect. Did he have enough money to buy anything here? He reached into his pockets and began searching for something. Taking out a gum wrapper, a pair of metal dice, a golden ring, and a handful of change. This change appeared to be quarters, nickels, dimes, and pennies from a timeline and zone he didn't fully recall. He also had two dollar bills in his pocket. 

He couldn't believe he teleported himself somewhere without thinking about it, he said to himself. "[color=6699CC]You're a moron...[/color]" He murmured as he stuffed everything back into his pockets. He appeared to be stressed as he sat at the counter, running his fingers through his hair. His body began to waiver in density while he was stressing himself out with his own thoughts. Parts of him started to fade and become transparent. While he thought, he closed his eyes, and the slight hue blotches all over his skin began to brighten with a darker blue. Was his stress causing him to be sad? How can one be sad when they have no idea where they came from?[/color]