[Jules]<br/><br/>He woke up with a chill, his dream felt like he had been chased by something. He pulled his short sword and prepared to strike, only to realize that those around him were no threat at the moment, instead seeming as if they too had suffered from the same event that clouded his memories. Slowly he put the short swordback into its resting place.<br/><br/>He checked his pockets and pulled out the contents, shielding the items from the others he checked what he had before put back into the pockets.<br/><br/>His backpack lied right beside him and all the items he carried seemed to be in place. Or at least that is what he believed. He didn't remember there being any other items than what was present in the backpack.<br/><br/>With a bit of an effort, he raised up and put the backpack on. With a careful gaze he checked the surroundings, pondering what to do next. Two of the people present had already begun moving. Though he didn't know anyone of the people, they weren't his enemies either. Deciding to humour his trusting side, he began walking in the same direction as the other two, though keeping his distance. If things happened, he'd rather be out of arms reach.