Eorin woke up to… a strange sight. The last thing the Vulpine could recall was trying to save a few Wilders from a group of humans. One of them, he’s sure, hit him with some sort of spell… whatever had happened, he was here now. The only question he had was… where was here?

Humans, as far as the eye could see. Humans, strange buildings, and… what are those things on what he assumes are streets? Whatever they are, there are too many going by to count. Eorin already despised this place, and he hadn’t even been conscious for two minutes.

His spear was gone. All of his weapons are gone. This… isn’t good. Especially not now, when he’s surrounded by-… how strange. These humans seemed to pay him no mind. Still, it was loud - he’s no Winwhisperer, but this? This noise is… deafening. How do these humans live like this?

He hadn’t realized he was in a street - not until one of those strange machines honked, headed straight for him. He braced himself, for there was no way he could get out of the way in time-

“Look out!”

Suddenly, the Vulpine is tumbling out of the path of the machine. When he stops, his eyes still closed… he feels a weight on top of himself.

“Are you insane!?”

The stranger chastises, rolling off of him.

“You could have been killed!”