Arthur winced as the pain in his ribs seared upward to his lungs. He felt the urge to cough, but held his breath. When it persisted, he grabbed his glass and took a drink. He couldn't remember how he had gotten to this small town, or anything else that had happened until that point. He did remember the kind woman and her children who had opened their home for him until he had awoken. Then, they had helped him, albeit painfully, walk to the inn. Arthur paid for his own room, but he wasn't sure how he had coins on him. The kind woman had also suggested that he eat, but with pained ribs, he wasn't sure he could stomach food.<br/><br/>He stared into the memorizing flames as they danced. He wondered what his name was, or what he had done. Did he have an occupation? A family? Arthur wasn't sure, but he felt that, someone or something was definitely missing from his side.<br/><br/>Feeling the weight of an on-looker's gaze, Arthur turned away from the flames and looked around the room. Perhaps the one staring would be able to tell him who he was. His eyes came to rest on a beautiful young woman with long white hair. He made eye contact and decided that he would not look away until she did.