You blink.

Suddenly, you're not in any run-down little bar. Wherever you ARE, it's totally dark except for a single shaft of sunlight streaming from behind you to strike a single cross of blue-white metal. As you grow used to your surroundings, you realize that, in fact, you aren't YOU anymore--although it's hard to understand why at first. As wonder grows, you stand up from the genuflection that you were in.

A sudden noise startles you and you spin about, drawing a greatsword that until this moment you didn't realize that you were holding. The man entering immediately drops to his knees, so he doesn't see you nearly drop your weapon in suprise.

You blink several times, and slowly nod as the retainer (for so he seems to be) looks at you questioningly and you realize that he's awaiting a response. He rises and takes you in the crook of his elbow, for which you are profoundly grateful because you have no idea what in the hell is going on.

You sheathe the heron-marked blade as the two of you stalk down the corridor leading to the Great Hall, and eventually, the inner bailey. (Now how do you know that? And what's a bailey, anyway?)

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