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Dacian had been unconscious for most of the trip that brought him to this city. Last he remembered, he was sending Nebula, his raven, out for help. He must have passed out sometime after that. And he could feel himself moving.. he had no idea where he was, but he was injured, and exhausted, his spiritual energy depleted. It came to no surprise to him that he woke up in such a strange place, with people around him.
There were a couple of men in purple, who seemed a bit nervous that a stranger was in their home, and some calmer women. He shifts, slowly, feeling the tightness around his body from being bandaged. He felt so sluggish. So hungry. So thirsty.. one struggle at a time, Dacian. "Water.. please.." he rasped as he moved to look at the woman closest to him. "Femme.. water.. please.. la demoiselle.. miss.." he couldn't speak very loud at the moment, so he hoped she could hear him. "Do you know where I am..? My name is Dacian Livingston.. from the village of Gevaudan.. rural France.."
The bird that he had sent out earlier was perched on his bed post. She was preening her feathers when she noticed Dacian was awake. She climbs down onto the pillows, close to her master and settles down. "master is awake. Good." She spoke. Then she noticed what he was trying to do and took flight, landing on the woman's shoulder. "awake. Awake. Help. Water."
