As they were talking, the door opened up once again and a jackal stumbled in. He was gripping his head trying to ease the throbbing pain in it and quickly took a seat at one of the tables, exhaling as he did. His memory was all a fog, he cpuldn't recall anything other than waking up in a nearby forest with nothing but the shorts he had on and the white t-shirt that covered his upper body.<br/><br/>He looked over and says the two sitting there, "May I have a cold tea, please?" He asked in a tired and groggy tone. He pressed himself to try to remember more but he had no idea what had happened. The only thing he really remembered was his first name.