Adrian Lizban groaned in the beach, feeling his feet that something is pinching him.....stirring wake and weakly turn his head he sees one small white crab nipping on his toe which is sticking out from his wet sandal. He pulls his feet away and then makes shift kick on the small crab and send it pouncing over on the cold wet beach sand, upside down and struggling get straight up position.<br/><br/>The sound of crashing waves was calming feel, but wind and water felt freezing cold. Adrian Lizban coughs while he struggles up to sit in the sand and try collect his memories and where he is and why. Sitting in wet cold sand with all soaked up robes which felt immensely heavy, as same if he is wearing armor somekind than nice quality red robes.<br/><br/><em>I departed from Waterdeep couple days ago, I finally had stored enough money for my journey and had paid well for the trip. Altough housing could had been better in ship but I had small cabin for myself and my familiar; Fhyl. I was studying my spellbook when storm started, it felt quite big and when suddenly ship turned completely upside down I tied my spellbook tightly on my chest and crawled from cabin to see what's going on.....then last thing I remember was sudden wave of sea water and struggling to remain at surface.</em><br/><br/>The place felt eery, he looked up and saw the twin moons of Toril.<br/><br/><em>So, very least I am still Toril....but the place gives me the creep.</em><br/><br/>First thing Adrian checks is his most precious possession; his spellbook. He opens his robes and sees the spellbook is still wrapped in wet paper bag which concealed cloth which was wrapped around the book. In panic and hurry for risk end up doused in ocean he had rapidly wrapped his spellbook to preserve the writings in the book. As he did not have any fancy spellbooks which had water resistant ink or ones which were warded against harmful elements. A huge sigh relief passed through Adrian to see his precious spells were safe.<br/><br/>Second thing; check where his familiar was. He concentrated and sensed his familiar was alive.....somewhere wandering already in the beach area? He feels she is hungry....miserable and wet. He groans and rises up from the sand up and start walk general direction where he feels his tressym is.<br/><br/><em>Meanwhile.....</em><br/><br/>While Shae stared on ocean, she heard suddenly sharp melodic mewl behind her. When Shae looked she saw.....winged cat? (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAKKge8G-r4/TfaNh9upOeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VtKzyO33nDY/s1600/tressym.jpg) She may have heard about tressyms, a kind unique sort avian cats which are raised to be pets and familiars. This one was brown/red tabby with dark brown feathered wings. It was all wet and miserable looking and stared with green emerald feline eyes on Shae with questioning look.