Confused steampunk knight, incoming!

[surlyknight]

[When Fakir comes to himself, he is lying on a grassy sward. He is stiff and sore and feels rather as if he's been run over by a carriage. And he doesn't remember how it happened. He scowls fiercely and gingerly sits up. Nothing seems to be broken or sprained or bleeding. Sword, check. Tool belt, check. He does a quick inventory; miraculously,

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confused, achey roboderp on the way

[42341_130i]

[Mytho does not like pain. Coming out of an unexpected stasis in a great deal of it had upset him so greatly that he had huddled in a half-dressed ball for a few minutes before leaving the building he'd come around in to investigate.

His bare feet do him little good on the rubble-strewn streets. He's bleeding, now, but he presses on, scanning the streets for familiar faces and any sign as to what happened to the town.]

[surlyknight]

[And there's a Mytho in distress. He's not sure he's met this one before, but it doesn't matter: Mytho is to be protected. Fakir approaches the boy and speaks to him gently.]

Mytho? What happened to you?

[42341_130i]

[Those vacant eyes widen slightly, a spark of life showing behind them as he turns to the familiar voice.] Fakir...

[He processes the question for a brief moment.]

I awoke injured, and the debris scattered over the streets has only made the problem worse. As for how I was initially damaged, I do not know.

[surlyknight]

[He nods. Mytho's account meshes with his own experience. He doesn't know yet what happened, but he will find out. He glances at the boy's injured feet.]

Idiot. Don't walk around barefoot. You'll hurt yourself.

[And unless Mytho stops him, Fakir is going to pick him up bodily, as the best way to prevent further damage.]