<span style="color: #0000FF">Powland awoke with a start. "Owwww...." He said rubbing his large hand, "My fingers hurt...." He said "Looking" at them. "Oh gods!" he said, staring at his pulpy fingertips, and beginning to panic. He jumped out of his bed looking for his satchel. "They took it after taking me hostage!" He though hopping from "foot" to "foot". He opened the door, worried about what could happen if the scrolls he carried fell into the wrong hands. "This could be a catastrophe!" he thought, stumbling out of the door. He blundered through the hallway, slamming into the wall every once in a while. Powland hobbled through the living room, scanning it for the satchel. "Come on, come on!" he said quietly, moving on into the dining room. He saw the others, sitting down for a bite to eat. He looked over to Levilain and saw his satchel, sitting right there next to him. He looked between the elf and bag cautiously. "Please don't tell me you read those..." He said, worried about the ancient and modern knowledge that leather bag contained. He saw a peice of paper sticking out of the mans coat. "And the map!" he thought, giving his equivalent of rolling his eyes. "oh no not that," he thought looking over at his quill. "although only I can use it"</span>