He opened his eyes slowly, feeling very drousy from the night befores drinking adventures. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes awake, he suddenly realized that he was not in his room. Scanning the room the young man's mind quickly shook off the fog of sleep and began orientating himself to his surroundings.
What he found was the room was slightly smaller then his old room. Just enough for a bed, one desk and chair, a mirror and a small dresser for clothing. The dresser was what stood out most. On top of it a wooden carving of a chinese dragon rested on top. The dragon's eyes bore into him. Next to the dragon a set of dark colored clothes were folded up. Looking around he saw a pair of boots next to the bed.
Thinking aloud, "Well, looks like my host has provided clothing. Guess I should get dressed and see whats going on." Moving closer he grabbed the apparent under shirt that topped the pile. "Whoa, this must be ten pounds! All of this is weighted? What is going on here?"
After a minute or two he finished dressing. "Feels like my armor from Afghanistan, just spread out." Taking a deep breath before opening the door he stepped out and turning to his right he froze.
Standing before him was a jet black humanoid figure, a white turbon on his head, a redish snake skin like jacket and white pants. His face was round and lacked the jaw structure associated with human faces. The sight froze him stiff.
After a few seconds the strange man spoke. "Good morning! My name is Mr. Popo! Welcome to the look out. Please follow me."
He was still frozen in place unsure of what he was seeing was real.
"Well, aren't you coming? I am on my way to breakfast."
A/N: Hello everyone! New story and a little teaser to perk your interest. New sheepdogs is not dead, I will finish up the current chapter and get that one back in motion for you. Right now looking to get these two going strong for you.