<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Luke<br/><strong>Location</strong>:Macedon(stopped along the road)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lloyd(&Dirge), Brochfael, Archimedes<br/><hr/><br/>Luke had nodded in response to the to men's reply about their respective preferences on chess. He had been about to inquire about starting a fire so it would be burnt down to a good heat level for cooking by the time his sister arrived back with whatever she might have successfully caught, but then he heard a voice calling out with his keen hearing.<br/><br/>Strangely enough the voice seemed to be inquiring what land they were in, he wondered if the person making inquiry had been injured and come down with amnesia in a recent battle or something, or what the man's, it sounded like a man's voice, predicament was, that is if he was not playing at some sort of game. Though a foolish one indeed it would, approaching 3 men and a Wyvyrn with any ill intent.<br/><br/>"Hello there my good sir, I can tell you precisely where you are, why, traveling down a main road in Macedon, a task very few undertake alone these days. If, as you say you have no knowledge of where you have come to be, surely you must at least know from where you originally hail?"