Scott
The tear in reality stretched suddenly, as the feeling of dread hit a furious, almost musical crescendo, and a screaming man was dropped from the sky. He wore armor, at first, a set of gleaming plate mail that rippled with power before the strange tear swallowed it. The man kept screaming, falling at a tremendous speed as he was left in a green tunic and brown pants, something shining faintly on his neck. When he impacted the ground, there was a strange lack of collateral damage, even though the sound of his landing was similar to a volcano erupting. 

Just as suddenly as the strange event began, it ended. The tear in reality closed up with a sucking release of spiritual pressure, leaving its "Gift" To the world of Eluaria groaning in pain on the cobbles before the Brinewater Inn. 

"Oooow..."
Al
Paprika's ears had perked up at the sound of a loud noise from outside, which had caused quite a stir in the establishment. Despite her best efforts to remain composed, her twitching pink nose betrayed her anxiety. Her first instinct was to quell the panic beginning to stir in the inn and steady the shaken pints of ale. 

"It's okay everyone, I'll check to see what all the commotion is. I bet it was just ol' Charlie causing a scene. You all know how terrible he is at holding his drink." 

The floorboards creaked under her paws as she made long strides towards the door. Cautiously she opened it and peered outside. 

"Oh my God! Are you okay?!"

She rushed to the stranger's side kneeling down and lightly patting the black fur on his cheek. "I'm not a nurse, and I have never seen anyone fall from the sky before- I- oh God-" She continues talking to herself unsure of really what to do, the fur on the back of her neck bristling due to her unease.
Scott
Seamus gave a pained sound, but slowly rolled himself over onto his back. Blinking several times to try clearing his vision, the badger looked up into Paprika's face and gave a hoarse huff of air that might have been a laugh. "Just... A moment... I've been through worse." 

But the expected healing did not happen. Instead of a surge of mana flooding his muscles and tissues, Seamus felt a tiny, anemic trickle that stitched him back together like a tiny child playing with their father's sewing kit. He squinted for a moment, then reached up to the amulet around his neck, clutching it tightly. Something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what. "My... My name is Seamus Ironjaw. I will... I will be fine."

He wasn't lying, not precisely. He did feel like the underworld warmed over, and his body felt positively fragile compared to the mountainous physique he had grown used to carting around. All that time... Even as he tried to grasp what it had felt like, his memory of being a powerful warrior faded, ebbed, and winked out. All that he'd been left with was his name, his task, and the reward for a successful completion. "... My goddess has given me another chance at life, though she did not say where. Where am I?"
Al
"Been through worse? What's worse than falling out of the sky and falling face-first on the stone road? Ya know what you don't have to tell me, I'm not the type to judge where people come from or what they've been through." 

She pats the loose grit and dust off her simple apron and puts her arm under his to steady him to his feet. "Um well hello Seamus, you have landed right in front of brinewater inn. I assume you came from some other part of Eluaria- just used some unorthodox means of travel." She leads him toward the entrance of the inn, pushing the door open. 

"I don't know much about gods or goddesses but I do know that you look like you could use a good meal and some ale to warm you up." She smiles a crooked tooth grin and flicks her tail in the direction of the kitchen before yelling in that direction. 

"Peter, I need an egg platter smothered, covered, diced, and capped with a stout on the side. Yes- you can put it on my tab, payday is today after all I'll be fine!" She tilts her head in Seamus' direction, "How long will you be staying here? It seems like you got lots of important things to do- with that goddess and all. Oh! Have you been sick recently when I touched you earlier you felt very warm- though I don't know all the details about um air travel." Her eyes are gleaming with excitement, and she is getting almost uncomfortably close as she rapid fire asks her questions. 

"Sorry, sorry,- you don't have to answer it's just nothing this crazy happens around here. Well as least not to me."
Scott
The badger allowed himself to be hoisted, a feeling of lethargy sweeping his body from tendons to marrow, even as the helpful ratkin guided him to a hot meal at a comfortable seat. He could feel his body normalizing, the shock of his landing dwarfed by the sudden realization that he knew nothing of how he had done that, only that his power to do so again was far down a new road of progress.

The scent of hot food made his nose twitch, readily accepting the helpful girl's company. Good food was good food, after all! Her comments about goddesses and his strange travel made Seamus rub slowly at his forehead as he tried to collect his thoughts. "I apologize. I do not know how I survived that landing. All I know about it is that my goddess sent me here to keep me safe, while I live a new life. What is your name? If I'm going to eat on your tab, the least I can do is learn the name of a cute ratkin." 

Some parts of his stomach felt like it was still being knitted together, but he could at least appreciate how gentle Paprika's touch was as he got comfortable in a seat at one of the tables.
Al
As Paprika reached for her name badge, she noticed it wasn't there. The realization seemed to make her flustered, and she quickly patted the spot where it usually hung. "I'm so sorry," She said, sounding apologetic. "I should have introduced myself earlier. My name is Paprika, and it's a pleasure to meet you." Despite her initial embarrassment, she managed to inject some humor into the situation, "Heh, it's not every day I receive compliments, especially not from handsome badgers who fall from the sky, thank you." 

However, as she looked around the inn, she noticed other customers staring at her and she noticed how oddly quiet it was in the normally loud and boisterous inn. This made her a bit uneasy, and she shot them a brief glare before looking away. It's possible that the sudden attention made her feel self-conscious, but she did her best to maintain her composure. 

"I think it's a great place, I make sure to keep things running smoothly around here. Lots of folks are the hardworking type and nonjudgmental if you need work they'll be sure to find you some. I'll let you stay the night in one of the rooms, one night on me." She leans down and ruffles his scruffy hair.
Scott
Seamus tilted his head to one side, then to the other. Some part of him wanted to just roll with this, but without the majority of his memories, it was hard to stay grounded. Thankfully, Paprika was very sweet to him, and he accepted the ruffling of his hair with a little nuzzle into her hand. If the people here were as welcoming and honest as she claimed, he saw no reason why he should have trouble finding work, or a place to stay. 

"Thank you, Paprika. Now, you should probably get to your other guests. I think they're starting to get jealous." Chuckling to himself, the badger leaned over his table and tried to think. There wasn't much left of his mind, not of who he had been. So, why not? He'd just have to remake himself, start over from scratch. With no attachments and no obligations, he may as well embrace his life in this strange new place. He waited patiently for his dinner, his eyes occasionally flicking up to do a sweep of the room. He wasn't sure what instinct made him do it, only that it was wired deep into his mind.