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@DragonSong
When he had awoken he knew surely of two thing: that his head was hammering with the worst headache of his entire life and that he had to piss. He was disoriented as he slipped out of bed, scrambled over towards a copper chamber pot to relieve himself. As he did so, he began to take stock of his surroundings- a table that wasn't his, the nearby chair wasn't his, the chamber pot wasn't his, and neither was the bed nor the entire room. As he finished up, he also realized he was missing a few things, his shirt, socks and boots.
Bare toes wriggled against the hard wood floors, and his pale eyes cut through the room- scanning for trouble. Part of him wondered if his former partner had showed up- the former Duke of Allar- Audric Molneaux. It was in his taste to show up during such inconveniences...
But the Duke had moved south to protect hid family, one of his children had come out as a mage. Leif had been the one to guide them, set them on the course south and saw them escorted to the mountains.
That was the last time he had seen his only friend. And with his wife gone, he was alone, like the painting on the wall of a mountain range. Not a human in sight. But perhaps it was for the best. Even still, the painting looked empty.
He continued to look around, cautiously walking through the room for any clues. When he drew back the curtain, he needed to shield his eyes from the damn sun. The rays were near blinding. But as his eyes adjusted he noted the streets. He was still in Reajh.
So someone brought him to a home in the city. And it wasn't his. Warily he made his way towards the door and listened. He didn't hear anything on the other side but down the hall he could hear foot steps approaching and squatted down as he leaned forward to peer through the key hole and to see what was on the other side.