[ Steve blinks awake and finds himself on a shore, of exactly where, he doesn't know. His memory comes in bits and pieces like a dream, and like a dream, it's hard to focus on any one thought. The more he chases those memories, the further away they fade.
He picks himself up, sopping wet, and though he has no recollection of things in general, he knows for sure these aren't the clothes he went to sleep in. Clad in blue, he's somehow got a few coins in a pocket, and a pack full of random things like a bowl, a flask, and what looks like a suspiciously specific fifty feet of hempen rope.
The coin, at least, should buy him enough that he needs to get by, provided that he can drag himself into a town. From the sound of it, he's not too far off from one, so he shakes his head and starts wandering towards where he hears voices, only to find that they're coming towards him.
Not a town then, but maybe just a band of travelers. ]
Excuse me!
[ He calls, making his way over at a brisk but human speed. ]
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He picks himself up, sopping wet, and though he has no recollection of things in general, he knows for sure these aren't the clothes he went to sleep in. Clad in blue, he's somehow got a few coins in a pocket, and a pack full of random things like a bowl, a flask, and what looks like a suspiciously specific fifty feet of hempen rope.
The coin, at least, should buy him enough that he needs to get by, provided that he can drag himself into a town. From the sound of it, he's not too far off from one, so he shakes his head and starts wandering towards where he hears voices, only to find that they're coming towards him.
Not a town then, but maybe just a band of travelers. ]
Excuse me!
[ He calls, making his way over at a brisk but human speed. ]
Hi, I think I'm lost.