<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MOXGYGm.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Current Hp: 27/27; AC 16<br/>Passive: Perception +12; Investigation +0<br/>Languages: Common, Elven, Celestial<br/>Weapons: Pact Greatsword +6 (2d6+4), Eldritch Blast +4 (1d10+3)<br/>Luck points: 3/3<br/>Spells Known/Prepared:<br/>Cantrips: Eldritch Blast, Green Flame Blade<br/>1st (2 slots between all spell levels): Shield, Wrathful Smite, Hex<br/>2nd: Mirror image</div></div><br/>The night was… Pleasurable, more than just pleasurable, really. It was a long time since he’d had a night of heated passion like that. And it was comforting to be in the embrace of another… But all good things come to an end, and as that night did so, he found himself in a state of restful sleep opposite another. Of course, come th dawn, things were… Different. Gone was Damia, and… Well, it seemed everyone else. No tents, no caravan, no wagons or horses even. Just…. Himself, and his gear. Waking to the world of the living stark naked was not how he initially expected to come to, at least out where everyone could see it. With his face blushing a bright red as he found out that there were others nearby and that they could possibly see him, it was a furious scramble for decency of any sort as he started to don his clothing once again, going from buck naked to at least clothed and armored… If hastily. Hopefully no one saw anything /too/ much, or at least he hoped that would be the case.<br/><br/>“Great, great first impression, Anton...” He muttered to himself, adjusting his armor for a moment before he began to sprint for the collected group, looking about. The peculiarity of the situation was not one lost to him. “So...” As he approached and tried to calmly wave to the others, his eyes slowly darted about. “So what happened? Are we where we were at last night? Or… I guess we’re all stuck in here together at the least. I think what he said is wise.” He spoke, nodding to Melinor. “The road here’ll lead somewhere, good or bad. If it’s good, we can figure out what happened. If it’s bad… Well, it could get really bad, but even that might have answers.”