<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Before the Rift</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Focus, Keman!"</span><br/><br/>Yet another lesson on swordplay. Kalama insisted Keman know how to use a sword despite the fact that most dimensions don't use swords as much as ranged weaponry, but at least he was learning both. Keman favored a sword and shield, compared to Kalama preferring two blades in Florentine style, wielding a longer sword for attacking and a second, shorter blade for blocking and attacking. Keman raised his shield, an large oak buckler, and prepared to try again when his vision distorted, and he was dragged into a familiar place.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Within the Between World</span></span><br/><br/>Keman knew this place. He didn't actually truly see or feel anything, but he was accustomed to the place in a way that allowed him to use a sixth sense that he'd developed and, in a way, feel where he was going. The ride was rougher this time, though, but he wasn't too surprised. Not any more surprised than he already was about being forced through dimensional barriers, that is. He figured the rough ride was because it was forced and hurried. He closed his eyes (not that doing so made any real difference), and waited for the ride to be over, which felt like an eternity. How far up or down the multiversal structure was his unknown destination in comparison to where he began? As his thoughts turned to how worried his father would be, he finally felt that he was getting near his destination. He saw a blur of color and a glimpse of some sort of stone structure, but after a sharp pain in his head and wing, all was black.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">After the Rift</span></span><br/><br/>Keman awoke to see others that appeared to be equally distraught, but he at least knew what brought him there. Well, sort of. He had an idea of it, but nothing on who did it or exactly what means were used to do so. He looked around, and saw that he was one of the last to awaken. Something was going on to the north, but he decided to stay back and not get involved. There were a lot of people there, and people was something he would rather not get surrounded by at the moment. He looked around and saw two people (Bodzil and Kwatoko) wandering into the stone structure he was currently in, so, naturally, he decided to approach them. That required getting up, though. As he did, a sharp pain coursed through his left wing. After feeling the area, he realized that he'd almost broken it. If it weren't for the fact that dragon bone is far more resilient than human bone, it would have broken. As it was, he'd bruised the bone and it would be a while before he could fly again.<br/><br/>Being careful to not disturb his wing, Keman got up and approached the two people he saw. They looked vaguely human, but he knew it was not safe to assume they were for fear of offending them. As he walked towards them, he called out,<span style="font-weight: bold">"Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to know what dimension this is, would you? Does it even have a name?"</span>He was sure they wouldn't have any idea what he was talking about, but it was better to try and find out he'd get no answers than to not try and miss a chance to get answers, no matter how slim that chance was. He didn't even stop to consider that they may not be comfortable around dragons, though. Not that he could really do anything about that.