Into the Fray!

Here, at a table of a moderately well kept inn called... what was it... ah, I see the sign hanging outside the near opaque window. The Foggy Window. No, that's not me talking about the window. That's actually the name of the inn. Well named, I can tell. Well, I have a short bit before the light outside fades to tell of my arrival.

Having reached Transdor, I stood up as the train, powered by steam if you couldn't guess, came to a jolted slow crawl. I didn't immediately notice it, gathering my few bags from above my bench, but no one else stood up. When I turned and finally saw a number of people staring at me with faces ranging between befuddlement and moderate horror. Suddenly a enormous hiss of air under great pressure suddenly being released blasted past the train cart, racing from the front of the train to the rear. Following it came a jolt of tremendous strength that shot the cart forward a few feet, knocking me into the air. Bags tumbling, I rolled head over heels backwards a yard or so until I came to a stop, completely topsy-turvy. I rolled myself into an upright seated position and looked around from my new location. Instantly a enormous blush crossed both of my cheeks (freshly shaven that morning) for not only was the entire train cart now staring at me like I had grown Draconik horns, but I had also come to rest between the two legs of considerable curvature as well as fitted in a most stylish pair of knee high boots, multiple belts down the length tightened to show the well endowed calf and ankle.

As this knowledge seeped into my brain, I noticed a peculiar ruffled feeling on the back of my neck. I started to reach a hand up to feel what this strange thing might be when my head received such a whack that I nearly doubled over. Spinning around, I saw a most beautiful lady with a terrible facial expression of both disgust and hatred, though the eyes were an intense green like I've never seen before. By the time I blinked and came to the conclusion I must have flown backwards nearly into her lap, upper body and head pushing her skirt over her knees and exposing her.... undergarments to the world, I also noticed a booted foot flying towards my face.

The next thing I remember is waking up with a pounding headache, sore neck, bruised face, and ruffled clothing on a stone bench just outside of the train station. Piecing together the shattered memories, I assume I was knocked out cold by the kick, which after by either the lady or some other good Samaritan, was picked up and placed with (most) of my possessions on the bench. I say most since all of my unhidden money as well as a pair of eye-shades (though I here some people are now calling them sun glasses which is totally absurd because aren't they supposed to block out the sun? Which would mean a better name would be no-sun glasses. Or Sunless glasses. Well, I digress.) disappeared, much to my disappointment. However, I still have most of my money, hidden away in- well I shall not say in case someone finds this and knows me. Then they might think they are smart or something and attempt to "relieve me of my financial burden."

Well, I can barely see my writings now, so I shall close here. It is safe to say I made it from the station to the inn with little trouble and a number of direction givings. Hopefully tomorrow I shall be able to write a bit about the town. What a fascinating place! And maybe I will get to see that lady again. Not only to apologize, of course, but she also had an air of- adventure about her. Or maybe it was the steam coming through the open windows. Either way, I would certainly not mind seeing those green eyes again!

Anon, I have to find my room to sleep. Will likely have to borrow a candle from the innkeeper.

Until tomorrow, Jake Ariestone.