[center][b][u][h1][color=00a651]Oliver Thurston[/color][/h1][/u][/b][/center]

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Oliver was awoken sometime, he didn't realize what time but he was laying in his armor as he took a deep yawn. He heard the crackle of small fires in lanterns, and torches. It was mostly just the common bit, and they would stop outside of the town, it was the departing point for the band of a few guards, and the various science folk about. Thus, he took himself in his armor, and began to march forwards towards the town. He stumbled around a bit, and saw two familiar figures off behind him. He felt like he was being pushed, and in reality he was. The correct direction by fate of some various woodland critters.

Demonic, hopefully not, Oliver believed, for he did not wish to deal with them. He saw himself staring at them as he continued to back up, and as he was being herded, turned around and he would run into a figure, as he was nearing some wall. He likely bounced off of said larger figure, which might have been a bit of an annoying to the Ogre, Gaint, whatever the creature may be. He would then plummet to the ground beside, where a familiar figure stood. 

An elven figure, there was one like this before, "I could have seen I've seen this angel before, with wings." he would say as he stared up, at the woman. It was not the angel from before, but it was something like it. Well, at least in his mind, in reality, there was never an angel; he was drunk, he still likely is drunk, and now he is harassing mystical fairy creatures from the forest that live underneath bridges. Two things that are likely on the same level as Angels on the list of, have you seen these things in the same place.

Which, in reality, until some undeterminate time before today, he had seen one, as he was passed out, lying in mud, similar to what he is doing now, just without the rancid... No he smells of beer and alcohol. He just not on the point of being too far gone as he was in previous nights.

To all apparent, he likely was supposed to be there with the furry travellers lurking somewhere, if they were spotted by anyone else and not an illusion of his drunken stupor. The only thing is, would the armor, drunken idiot smell, and wheezing breath be a deja vu moment for the elven woman above him.