[Edaniel lies, in human form, in the infirmary. His wounds from the bar have all healed nicely. His eyes flutter open and he sits up straight, looking alarmed.]

Why am I back here?

[He gets out of bed and shouts.]

Listen you punks! I have to go back! You hear me?

[He falls back on the bed sadly.]

Elala...

Why is it always ME?

[Sigh] Edaniel is unconscious. The fool got himself into a barfight.

This place is so boring! This is my worst adventure ever. This is the last time I ever go out without consulting a travel agent!

If I'm right, it's my birthday today.

[Stretches out in his chair sipping on a cup of coffee as he writes on his journal to the other inhabitants.]

What would be your perfect birthday?

[A few taps and then an audible sigh]

Oh alright, Edaniel. I'm bored and as I can't figure out what that lot are up to, I suppose one date wouldn't hurt. Just one, mind. Count it.

EVERYONE.

TUCKSTER IS GONE. YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS.

POTPOURRI!

That and I suppose we should look for him.

[There is no surprise entry on the journal for this man. Rather, instead, there is now a tall man with olive skin walking quietly down the hall of the second floor. He moves along silently as he heads towards the first floor. The man is cloaked in ornate black robes that conceal both his arms and feet completely. He seems intent on leaving the ( Read more... )

Sorry.

I searched all over the village, but there was no sign of Aragorn and none of the villagers had seen him either.

It's almost like he's up and disappeared...

( Private Filter )

So. People disappearing right under their roomie's noses without warning, and other people falling into comas and having vivid dreams they're suddenly back home, only to wake up back here after...bad things happen.

Seems to me like there ain't much these 'rifts' that brought us here can't do, huh? But what do I know? Heh, heh.