Thankfully, the ground was soft and loamy, aside from the occasional root or stone that he happened to hit while walking. His first thought had been to break into one of the nearby mounds and see if anyone had been buried with shoes, but that plan fell apart quickly. Not because he had any problems with robbing a grave - he had woken up in one after all - but because if they were all as old as the one he had been entombed in, there wouldn't be all that much left.<br/><br/>Instead, he decided to take a closer look at the tablet he had found. He wasn't entirely sure he could read it, though some of the letters and words were familiar looking, although he didn't know why. Besides, he hadn't learned to read until, well he couldn't remember but he was pretty sure he had been able to at one point or another. Maybe if he ever found a way out of this place, he could find someone who could read it and explain what it said. For that he would need money, which led to all sorts of problems. He had no weapon, one set of poorly made clothes and he wasn't even sure what sort of skills he had. He vaguely remembered something about blood, but why that came to mind he wasn't sure.<br/><br/>Looking around the vast barrow land that surrounded him, he knew he had to pick a direction and just start walking. This land of the dead couldn't go on forever, right? Looking all around him, he thought he saw a person standing off in the distance. Deciding that it was better than nothing, he began walking in that direction.<br/><br/>"I'm going to need a name sooner or later." He said to himself. "But the problem is, I don't know what to call myself. I suppose I'll get to it eventually."<br/><br/>He could call himself Jareth, for that was the name he had shouted when he woke up, but for some reason he knew that would be wrong. Whoever Jareth was, they had done something to him. Neither had he thought to look for a name in the burial mound that he had awoken in. He let the matter rest in the back of his mind as he continued walking.