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[drinkuntilidie]

[When the troll awakes he doesn't have a clue where he is, or who he is for that matter. Right now everything is so confusing for him. There's a great emptiness where it feels like something should be.

His clothing and armor are torn. Something must have happened to him. Also, just why is he wearing armor? So many questions with no answers.

He spends a moment trying to recollect his thoughts but nothing comes, not even his name. Finally a natural sense of curiosity implores him to look around. After all he's not going to find any answers sitting here. Leaving his room and ignoring his journal, Kevas heads out into the halls in search of...well pretty much anything.]

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[Kevas scratches the back of his head with a small smirk.]

Hopefully I don't suffer from that too often. It's kind of bothersome.

[His smirk turns to a frown at her words. Just how many people is this happening to? Whatever that accident it was he hopes it's a one time thing. He can't imagine anyone wanting to go through this anymore than he does.]

Then I hope I can keep helping you. Though I guess I'm kind of useless at the moment.

[He can't even remember what he does for a living. From the armor he would guess soldier, but even if he is he can't remember how to fight or what to fight with.

When his smile returns is soft and warm. Even when he can't remember who he is he likes making the ladymons happy.]

Clothes are a good start. I think these rags are about to fall off. Not sure if there's anyone who wants to see that.