Jarod frowned and gave a groan looking at his hands and feet for if there's shackles or any other restraints or if he was just locked in a cell with other....<em>room-mates</em>. The headache making it hard to think didn't prevent him from remembering what had happened.<br/><br/>Jarod was a gnome, he had grown and lived a fairly normal life, grow up, learn the family trade (<em>being traders</em>), he had specialized in making figurines of people, animals, objects, just about anything. Last he could remember was traveling with his cart full of supplies going from one town to another, some of them his items for sale, other things to pass the time. He had gotten tired, made camp, was befriended by a small group of traveling adventurer's, only to get knocked out, and next thing he was here. That left him in a bad mood.<br/><br/>Even here Jarod could feel the magical energy around him, unfortunately almost nothing he could access would help him. He made himself as comfortable as he could while he waited for everyone else to awaken to see who his new friends (<em>or enemies</em>) would be.