Welcome to Gaia! ::

*Dafyd's eyes flick open. In the space of a heartbeat he comes instantly awake. His mouth is dry, as though it were stuffed with rags. His tongue feels leaden and heavy. His eyes dark left, right, up and down surveying the room carefully. This place is entirely unfamiliar. It might be anywhere: South of the wall, North, Rheged, Alt Clut, Lothian.... He dimly remembers faces, voices, bodies... strangers all... he can barely remember if they're real or simply figments of his fevered imaginings*

*They must have been real, he decides. He would not be lying in this bed otherwise. He would be alone, clinging desperately to his mount, or lying prone on the mind. Perhaps he would not even be alive*

*His thirst is terrible. Tentatively, he props himself up on the bed. He expects an incredible amount of pain, but it is bearable enough. Peeling back his mail and tunic he stares with wonder at the incredible job his benefactors have done. He ought to be cautious, but he can't resist climbing out of bed. It's a strain, but nothing he hasn't felt before.*

*Rising from the bed, he pads gingerly across the tiny room to the door. Pressing his ear against it, hears nothing. He draws the door open to the barest part of the way, and he listens again. In the distance, he can hear many voices. They might be friends or foes. He glances at his side and notes his sword is missing. Weaponless and injured.... Too risky. He shuts the door again and bolts it to be safe.*

*Dafyd turns in shock at the sound of a woman's voice, and very nearly loses his balance entirely. He saves himself by falling against the door. His wound screams "FOOL" in the searing language of pain, and he grits his teeth at its admonishment.*

Where did you come from? *his voice is hoarse and the words tumble like rocks from his mouth* I was alone only moments ago...

*Although not overly tall by modern standards, Dafyd still towers over Maggie. He would be a fool to trust her completely, and yet, she seems harmless enough*

I'm feeling well enough, thank you, although my voice, as you can tell, is still a bit rough...

*Dafyd nods* I would be most grateful...

*Dafyd considers* I'll come with you... the old legs could use a stretch.

It takes more than a little bit of iron to slow me down, Lass. The walk will do me good.

*besides, he's curious about this place, and now that he has a guide, he feels less anxious about who else might be skulking about*

*Enter Kal and Luana from Main*

:::Kal rushes into the hall, with Luana by the hand right behind him

Instinctually, he gets as far as the door to his room, when he realizes he never grabbed his key. Nor did he really mean to. Kal didn't so much want to go to the room as he did just want to get Luana and himself out of there.

:::He huffed, aggrivated:::

I can't- That- He- I can't believe he ******** payed you! What the hell!? I'm sorry, I needed to get outta there, I was gonna punch him. The nerve of that guy! I don't know how it is in your time, OR his, but in mine you don't do that unless you have someone's permission. It's just wrong...

:::Kal went on in a flurry of tossed up hand gestures:::