Name: Arkain<br/>Species : Antho-lizard<br/>Height: 8 feet<br/>Sex: Male<br/>Magic: Controlling water and healing.<br/><br/>Name: Lance<br/>Species: Fox<br/>Height: 6 feet<br/>Magic: Potions and expert thief and escape artist<br/><br/>Arkain shakes his head starting to wake up feeling rather groggy. He feels rather disoriented. His eyes having trouble focusing.  He starts feel about the floor. He gasps finding he's laying on a hard cold floor. Where the heck is he? He stands up and looks around the room. It looks like a cell. Is he in jail? He's not sure. THis doesn't look like any jail cell he has ever seen. All he remembers is walking home with Lance, fox friend of his, and feeling something sharp stick him then hes here. He tries to stand up but still finds his legs are a bit wobbly. He must have been drugged. But why? And where is Lance? He finally stands up using the wall for support. "Hey. I demand to know where am I?  I have rights. You just can't throw me in jail like this. I get one call. I demand to see my attorney."<br/><br/>Lance doesn't know where  he is. All he can sense is he is being wheeled somewhere but he is unable to move or talk. His thoughts feels very jumbled and cloudy. He can feel himself fade in and out of consciousness. He can't tell what he is hearing is a dream or real.