Cereth groaned quietly inside the tent behind the wizard as he awoke, rubbing the back of his head before grasping the nearest weapon, swiftly rising to his feet in a defensive posture, before realizing he was in no immediate danger. Taking stock of his surroudings, he heard a voice. Attempting to quietly stand inside the tent and listen to his words, he allowed the information to percolate inside his brain.
So... this man was an immortal, possibly serving with the Undead, given his assurance that he was not one. That would make the man one he was not fond of crossing. Anyone who has already felt Death's Kiss and still walks among the living is not something Cereth was trained to handle. He put people under the ground. If they crawl back out... that was none of his concern.
The information, woefully, told him nothing of his location, just random philosophical babble about time flowing backwards into the future, which truly makes no sense, or forwards into the past, equally nonsensical. Cereth was by now sure that this masterwork weapon was not at all worth the whatever it was that happened, but suspected that at this point there was no return policy.
Knowing that knowledge was power, Cereth had no intention of revealing his consciousness to the other currently, before he learned more about the general situation, hiding in the tent and observing from the shelter as long as possible.
OOC: If needed I can roll a hide check(or any other needed check)
So... this man was an immortal, possibly serving with the Undead, given his assurance that he was not one. That would make the man one he was not fond of crossing. Anyone who has already felt Death's Kiss and still walks among the living is not something Cereth was trained to handle. He put people under the ground. If they crawl back out... that was none of his concern.
The information, woefully, told him nothing of his location, just random philosophical babble about time flowing backwards into the future, which truly makes no sense, or forwards into the past, equally nonsensical. Cereth was by now sure that this masterwork weapon was not at all worth the whatever it was that happened, but suspected that at this point there was no return policy.
Knowing that knowledge was power, Cereth had no intention of revealing his consciousness to the other currently, before he learned more about the general situation, hiding in the tent and observing from the shelter as long as possible.
OOC: If needed I can roll a hide check(or any other needed check)