ITP: A Legend Arrives [Action;Morning]

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

[There was silence as a man lying face down on the ground unconscious, which is already a sort of unusual sight in Prospero.

What's even weirder is the fact that the male was wearing armor not of this age, as well as the signs of blood caking the pavement.

...Ah, looks like the man is stirring]

...Urgh, what the hell happened?

[You might want to help this guy out before he hurts himself.]

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[numberonedime.livejournal.com]

[An old man peers down upon the rather large, bulk of a man. He adjusts his spectacles which perch on the end of his nose, getting a good long look at the stranger.]

"From the looks of it, lad, I'd say you had yourself a rather nasty fall."

[The feeble looking elder extends a hand.]

"'Ere, now. Let's getcha' off the ground. What's your name, lad?"

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

[Grabbing the hand, he said nothing at the older man's assumption on how he got his wound.]

Fionn. You can call me that.