[Good day, Luceti.
Today, there is a man striding boldly into the village wearing nothing but the (previously) white New Feather pants. They are more muddy than anything else now, especially in the back and on the knees. He is also carrying a tree branch as though it was a weapon of great power, and has his journal tucked under one arm. Some of you might even recognize him.
He doesn't appear to be going anywhere in particular. Just looking around, somewhat consternated.
Also, it is cold. And raining. This is not ideal.]
... This is not Fayel.
Today, there is a man striding boldly into the village wearing nothing but the (previously) white New Feather pants. They are more muddy than anything else now, especially in the back and on the knees. He is also carrying a tree branch as though it was a weapon of great power, and has his journal tucked under one arm. Some of you might even recognize him.
He doesn't appear to be going anywhere in particular. Just looking around, somewhat consternated.
Also, it is cold. And raining. This is not ideal.]
... This is not Fayel.
Not Fayel
getting a bit concerned
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Do you need some help, sir?
This village. Where is it?
This is Luceti. You just arrived, correct?
[He has Things To Do. He cannot be wasting time in some town too unimportant to even put on a map. Also needs a cure for that case of denial.]
[This would be slightly more ludicrous if he didn't just wake up mostly naked in a forest with wings on his back, but he isn't quite ready to believe it just yet. Forgive him.]
I will not bother you further.
I know it is difficult to believe, but you can't leave this village.
You had other business. I should not keep you from it.
Oh, it's all right. If you want to come in from the rain, you are welcome to come with me.
Now he knows how Zack felt.] ...not...really. Sorry.
Uh...do you need help?
[...But he's keeping his stick.]
We should check the weapon shop and see if they have your stuff, too.
MAAAARCH HALT.
What kind of town is this, stripping passed-out travelers of their effects to sell them in the local shops, and dumping the poor victims practically naked in the woods with unnatural additions to their anatomy?]
I will not pay for items stolen off of my person.
But there's a familiar face... And one that he knows Svala's missed.]
... You've returned.
[Another person recognizing him. This is starting to get a little concerning.]
... Have we met?
Hmph... You were here once before, although it's been wiped from your memory.
An odd claim.