<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Fire. His vision was full of it. The heat was unbearable but he stayed hidden under a strong beam, crying. The roar pierced the shrill sounds of his cry's easily, so loud he could see the flames themselves quake at its might. A single claw, massive in size, slammed down in front of him and clouded his vision in ash. A single eye peered from above as it's cat-like pupil turned razor thin. "The trespassers breeding? No this wont do." The beasts jaw opened and he could see the flames leave the gaping maw just before they burnt him to a crisp.</span></span><br/><br/>With a quick intake of breath Kevkas opened his eyes. He was lying down on a straw laid bed with a hand behind his head and one across his side on his dagger. He didn't move aside from his chest heaving up and down slightly, and quickly scanned the room from his prone position.<span style="font-style: italic">'Straw bed, old wooden rooms, strong scent of smoke with music below. Lingering smell of salt.'</span>He knew this inn. The Silver Goblet, in Cardy. His trade had brought him here before, though usually it was on his own terms. Why he was here now was beyond him, but at least he had the where when it came to his sudden lack of memory.<br/><br/>Why, however, was the question he wanted to answer most. The last thing that could be remembered was tracking a herd of deer to the South, recalling the size of the bucks within it and cursing whatever pulled him from his chase and brought him to this inn. Looking around the inn, Kevkas was at least relieved that his possessions were all intact. It truly was the 'why' that plagued him alone. Laying about in a straw bed would provide no answers, he concluded, and rose from his position to gather his things and head below towards the music. If nothing else, he was sure that his companion Fenris was well. He needn't bother to look around the city for the wolf never entered a populated area. As soon as he could make sense of this, he would reunite with him outside the city walls.<br/><br/>Strapped up and ready, Forest green hood well over his head covering his slightly pointed ears, the half-elf made his way down to the inn proper, where he was greeted by some familiar faces.<span style="font-style: italic">'Nothing seems out of the ordinary. I can hazard a question to the innkeep as to why i'm here I suppose.'</span>he thought to himself, and strode over towards the man's wife, Flora.<br/><br/>He made a point to wait and call her over where he would not be heard by others in a corner of the inn, and when he had her attention he asked, "Excuse me, Flora was it? Forgive me but might I ask how I got here last night? I'm afraid i've no memory of it."