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[indent][color=silver]The dwarf’s eyes flew open.

Rolling off the bed, the stout red-headed youth steeled himself for... 

Well, for staring at Lulli it seemed.

Fists raised and ready, the boy’s eyes moved around the room, head turning as the feeling of disorientation washed over him. The fists relaxed, lowering slightly as the dwarf tried to reason with where he was. A room? This was an... inn of some sort?

By the sounds from outside, a town of some sort.

One by one, he glanced at each of the companions in turn. Simon, Fyodir, Check, Illa. All accounted for. 

[i]When had they..?[/i]

They’d been on the road. They’d made camp. And then..?

The youth winced, bringing a hand up to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose as recollection came in disjointed flashes. Images. Voices. All devoid of context. 

When he finally spoke, he uttered what was surely the question on everyone’s mind right now. [color=skyblue]“Why am I sober right now?”[/color]

This definitely called for a stiff drink. 

Blinking several times as he tried to shake off whatever malady of memory had gripped him, he saw his gear ordered by the bed and then looked himself over. Seemed no worse for the wear, save for the tattoo.

That was new.

[color=skyblue]”Everyone good?”[/color] the druid inquired aloud, in his accented speech. As he did, he started to roll the sleeve back along his arm, exploring how far the markings went. He spoke again and said, [color=skyblue]“I seem to have a mark of some sort on my arm.”[/color]

Did he recognize the markings at all?[/color][/indent]

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