<div align="center"><strong>At the bridge with three strangers</strong></div><br/>It starts as just a dull aching, but as consciousness slowly returns the pain increases. Through the fog of pain and incoherence words start to filter in, “…some monster’s dinner.” A groan escapes Tyger’s mouth as he slowly opens his eyes. The sight that greets him is that of a very beautiful young woman looking down on him with concern etched on her delicate face. “You can’t be an angel, because I hurt too much to be dead. Otherwise I would have guessed you must be an angel.” Taking a quick mental assessment of his condition, he decides that nothing appears to be broken. So he tries to set up and stops with a cry of pain. It’s not broken but his shoulder is dislocated and just about every other part of his body is bruised.<br/><br/>If he had been alone, Tyger would have changed form which would have snapped the shoulder back into the socket. Being in the company of others however makes that not to be an option if he wishes to keep it a secret, which he does for as long as possible. He finally manages to find an angle he can use to rise up without too much strain on his injured shoulder. Looking past the young woman he sees the slightly older man armed with a strange bow. As he stands up with a groan and asks, “Where am I?” He looks directly to the spot the other is trying to hide in and says, “Come out, oh timid one, I do not bite, unless greatly angered which I am not.”<br/><br/>In obvious discomfort Tyger walks to the start of the bridge and touches the stone work with his good hand. Adjusting his angle he takes a deep breath before slamming his shoulder forcefully into the stone. He grits his teeth and anybody looking can that his canines are slightly over sized and very sharp looking. As his shoulder pops back into place with a loud snap his charcoal eyes briefly flash red.<br/><br/>Turning back to the others, including the one hiding, he says, “I am Tyger. Who might the three of you be?”