Harold was still rooted to the same spot, looking around.  Reaching down, he gave his bad leg a pinch, and when he nearly yelped from the pain, he knew this was no dream.  "Just what the hell have I walked into?"  He heard a horn sounding in the distance, and noticed that some of the people were heading towards the source, including the centaur and the guy he was talking to, but he felt it was best to stay put.  Who knew what would be waiting for him if he followed the others.<br/><br/>Hearing a voice beside him, Harold twisted around in surprise, arms raising, hands clenched into fists defensively.  Unfortunately, twisting around the way twisted his leg as well, and this time he wasn't able to keep from crying out as white-hot pain shot through his body.  His legs buckled beneath him, sending him tumbling to the ground, his body curling around his leg.  "Fuckshitdamnshitmotherfuckercockbite!!"  Harold normally didn't curse, especially in the presence of the fairer sex, but he was known to slip up occasionally, especially in times of pain.<br/><br/>Taking deep breaths, he looked up at the one who startled him.  He was surprised to find a girl standing over him, and a not-too bad looking one at that.  He had seen quite a few girls walking around in the distance, but never really saw them up close.  This one was definitely pretty, but he could also tell that she could take care of herself.  Her limbs were sleek, yet toned, which meant she at least worked out regularly.  Realizing he was being rude, and staring, Harold quickly pushed himself up to his feet, trying to ignore the throbbing in his leg.  Putting his weight on his good leg, he dusted himself off.  "Uh, yeah...I'm...I'm alright...I'm fine.."