Fredrick woke up this morning after the most insane and strange dream, being told he had died and would be reincarnated. He'd roll over expecting his comfortable bed but find himself falling. He didnt know where the memories of Climbing into this tree came from but it was to late. 

He landed on the ground hard the thump of someone's body hitting wet mud and dry grass. Waking up fully now and standing quickly he freaked out first at the red hair that streamed all around his head over his shoulders and around his chest. Second the fact that whatever happened to him has him standing about three inches taller at about six foot three. And third how incredibly light he feels on his feet and just in general. 

First things first hes in the middle of a marshy forest, whatever crude clothing he was now wearing was muddy, and he has no idea where he is. He decides to start walking he hears what sounds like a wagon or horses he isnt sure coming from up and over the embankment he was standing at the bottom of. Finding himself climbing up the hill with almost practiced ease before he had a chance to think about how or why he knew how to do that. Stumbling a short distance out of the trees unto a path. Those memories he didnt remember having intruding to let him know this was a path outside of Greybank, that he was headed this way to see if there was any work to be had. Turning muddy and slightly confused staring at what looked like a walking cauldron, and some homeless blind kid. "Ummm hello-" he spoke before raising his hand to his throat in surprised confusion at his own voice.