[i]The cloaked man had turned his head to the left, gazing at the man as he failed to make his dry mouth less dry.[/i] "That I am, sir. Waking in a radically different place does that to you after all." [i]He said hoarsely with hints of something richer in his voice, like molasses. It was quite clear he was in bad shape with the thin appendages that held the scepter. The man was unremarkable in height, being only 6 feet and 1 inch. He took off the hood and fabric covering his face, revealing a somewhat young man with hazel eyes and dark skin, almost caramel in color. The wanderer lacked any hair on his scalp for it was shaven off, but he did have a full and bushy blаck beard that did not reach far from his chin. He of course accepted the stranger's invitation to come forward, using his scepter as a balance as he hobbled forward until he was at a respectable distance.[/i] "Do you happen to know where I am?"