<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/5a/Ios.jpg/424px-Ios.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ios<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dunn Vale<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Holding a riveting conversation with himself<br/><br/>“Ughhhh” Ios groaned as he sat up, looking around the room he found himself in. He didn’t remember going to an inn. In fact, he barely remembered anything. “What happened last night?” He asked himself as his head spun and he attempted to get his bearings.<br/><br/>It wasn’t unusual for people to talk to themselves, especially when getting their thoughts in order. It was, however, to hear anything back, for most people at least. “<strong>Your weak constitution was unable to handle the beverages foisted upon you in celebration!</strong>” Though the voice was only in his head, it was somehow still too damn loud for how Ios was feeling. “<strong>I was forced to assume control to ensure sound tactical decisions could be made.</strong>”<br/><br/><em>It was a party!</em>Ios thought to himself, now awake enough to converse with himself without speaking.<em>I didn’t need to worry about ‘sound tactical decisions’.</em><br/><br/><strong>You are incorrect. Several tactical decisions were made in the previous night.</strong><br/><br/><em>Such as?</em><br/><br/><strong>The decision to continue ingestion and improve your ability to handle celebratory beverages!</strong><br/><br/><em>Of course. And keeping yourself in control was just a side benefit, right?</em><br/><br/><strong>It was a necessary calculation!</strong><br/><br/>Ios sighed, getting to his feet and redressing in the pile of clothes that laid by his bed. May as well get out there and see what he got into last night. At the very least, he was relieved to find himself in an actual inn once he left his room. Even in the morning, it was already bustling with business. “Oi!” A large man nursing a hangover at the bar shouted the moment he saw Ios, leaving his drink to stomp over to him. “Didn’t I tell you what would happen if I saw you here again?”<br/><br/>“I’m sorry, I don’t remember last ni-“ Ios began to apologize, before his eyes flashed red. His voice dropped to an almost monotone, mechanical drawl as he spoke. “<strong>Are you again challenging me in one on one combat?</strong>” The man recoiled slightly, backing off, before grumbling that Ios wasn’t worth his time and sulking back to the bar. Ios sighed as he felt control return, making his way towards the door of the tavern.<br/><br/>The outside air was exactly what Ios needed to clear his head. While he couldn’t remember the night before, he did remember the events leading up to it. He’d been working with a team, and surprisingly, hadn’t hated every moment of it. They were capable, to say the least, and he hated to admit it, he likely wouldn’t have been able to handle the task he’d been given without their help. He had come to Dunn Vale because of the rumors, and gotten involved with the mercenaries partly to satisfy his own curiosity about the rumored golems, and in part because he couldn’t leave the village or the others to fend for themselves. Simply put, it felt like the right thing to do.<br/><br/>His curiosity had certainly been rewarded, at that. The last thing he remembered was the prize the elder had offered. How long had it been since the last time anyone had set foot in the Numenera ruins the key unlocked? What secrets might it hold?<strong>If they were lucky, they might find a weapon that would increase their effectiveness in combat.</strong>Ios shook the thought from his mind as he set out to find the others he’d worked with the day before.