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Nathair sat up and rubbed his head. Devils, that was blow – good thing he’s in one piece…hypothetically speaking.

At least nothing seemed to be broken except his pride and perhaps a couple braincells.

The only real issue now was…this was not where he fell unconscious. This was a completely different area leading him to conclude one of two things: 1) he was hallucinating or still unconscious or 2) he had been kidnapped. He was going with the second it sounded more interesting.

Of course if he was hallucinating it might be that…whatever monstrosity’s doing.

“I’m sure it was too much to ask for a normal day, yes.” Nathair remarked amiably, and got to his feet.

Quite the interesting setting he must say. Large dice like piles of crystalline stone stacked here and there in a frenetic order. But further down there were icons of hearts, diamonds, spades and clubs. Reds and blacks, spaced with whites here and there.

All in all quite enchanting for a nightmare.

Then there was some outlandish stranger, rather young too. Actually, he was about as old as Alessio would be now probably. And didn’t he look just as impish.

“Why hello, old man.” Excuse me? “Or do you prefer gray, bland, and boring man? Who might you be?”

“Were you going for a style of every timeperiod, fashion and color there?” Nathair glancing over him up and down from the tail-coat and red vest to the mismatched eyes and the black hair with a solid streak of silver.

The stranger gave a deep theatrical bow, with a wide Cheshire grin. The man could be a jester.

“Why I live for the chaos and inconsistency!”

“And you’ll die for it I’m sure.” Nathair observed innocently.

“And be remembered for it!” he ejaculated “My name will go down in history!”

“And I’m sure people will be greatly pleased when you become history.” He said “and what is your name, as it stands?”