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"[color=F1B338]Well I'll be darned,[/color]" after coughing and waving a hand to clear the dust as it flew through the air, a broad-shouldered man stepped out from the weird looking coffin he woke up in, dusting off his trousers with a bit of a confused look in his eyes beneath the wide-brimmed straw hat upon his head "[color=F1B338]This ain't Austin is it?[/color]" he looked between the stone sarcophogi then the wide-mouthed expressions on the faces of the people slowly gathering, they sure were dressed oddly.

"[color=F1B338]This wouldn't be one o'them Renaissance fairs would it?[/color]" the southern man asked, hefting the shovel laying next to him over his large shoulders and picking the familiar shape of a bag from the ground with the other. Clive didn't know he'd fallen asleep with his shovel, he guffawed to himself with a shake of his head not believing this all wasn't just some kind of fancy prank being pulled on him.

After all he was just a simple man, last he remembered he was out working the field on a hot day. Heat was dang well sweltering then he just blacked out, it just wasn't adding up.