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and for the man. Not sure where I'd be standing.

"I'm fine with it."

"Well thats pleasant" the man says dryly.

What do I see?

"Thank you."

"I think aside from finding my identity, we need to find me ways to support our merry band of men."

the man follows

"Wonderful folks, these." says the man, ruefully.

If I can make it to Tobol to help with his wounds I do. Just delay otherwise.

Unless I just stand around... okay, I delay.

The man moves to grapple Zagal, as he's unarmed. 9+0=9. Sigh.

No need to get all surly. I'd love to spend some time with all six of these ladies you speak of. The man pats himself down, as if looking for a wallet, which he has never had, then smiles at Gulgrym. You could'nt spot me six crowns could you?

He attempts a Diplomacy check with the ugly fellow, - for his... distraction... so 3 + 1 ChaMod... 4. I might as well kick this guy in the teeth. Perhaps... an unarmed attack of... 8-4 for unarmed... 4. Crap. I kick myself in the teeth to impress the ladies. Initiative: 4+2=6. I need new effing dice. Sigh.

I will stand next to Voran.

"I say we look at where I was attacked. A bootman will know what boots I where. Unless he is a friend, he will not know who I was. I can't imagine I was in the habit of being to friendly with the shoemakers of where I lived... unless she was.... very good at making those boots dance." The man says with a grimace.
He addresses the shopkeep. "Thankyou."

The man follows along quietly, deep in thought.

"To find me."

"That's a question I never thought I'd have to answer," the man said with a wry smile. "At least not to a man." he sighs, nodding at Gulgrym, and swings his legs off the bed, pulling a shrift on over his head. On his back, there are stripes criss-crossing everywhere, creating a spider-web of scars.
"Anyone hear about that rum?" He said, wincing and standing. "I suppose... " he laughs, shaking his head. "Its like a nightmare," he mumbles. Looking around at the group, he addresses them. "How do I choose a name for myself? It seems... absurd. 'Call me Avan'! See? I can't" he mutters, standing. "Shar's loss, this is crazy." he curses.

The man thinks for a moment, then rubs a hand through his short brown hair. "I remember... images... feelings. Just no... specifics. Like I... like someone removed all of the names, and titles of things in my life. But I remember women. Several women." He scowls up at the knowing grins hidden behind several hands. "No, not busty women. Or at least thats not what I remember. More like... mothers. Or sisters. Friends, maybe. I don't know." He takes another drink of the water and scowls at it as if it was somehow betraying him. "A building, just off of a road. I don't recall how big it is. But I know of Toril, if thats what you mean. And I know its (insert the bloody year that it is, cause ooc I'm unaware). Its like my slate has been rubbed off for the last... few months? Years? I'm not sure."