Rollard awakened to find himself surrounded by concrete structures hundreds of feet high. He picked himself up off the ground and grabbed his red hat, a feather still stuck in it. Though he didn't realize it yet, he was in one of the back alleys of San Lironus' central city. Worse yet, there were two men glaring down at him, one armed with a chain, the other a knife. They apparently didn't like that strange red jacket and hat he was wearing. To the people of San Lironus, Rollard looked like he was going to a Renaissance Fair.