"Ohhh" moaned Tydirium, awakening from what seemed like the most drunken night out at the Rusty Anchor Pub in South San d'Oria. "My head...ohhh...where the bloody hell am I?" He sat up, leaning against a wall. Peering around, the first thing he noticed was that he couldn't see very well. "Oh crap that snakebite really messed with my eyes, altana", he muttered to himself. He sat up, and despite the lack of decent eyesight he determined he was in a small room, with no real outstanding features...there were four walls, for example...and the only thing in the room other than himself was a table he was leaning against.

"Ok, what the hell is this place, and why the hell am I here" he asked, more to himself than anything, as there appeared to be no sign of life anywhere close.

Tydirium slouched back against the table and sighed heavily. "Seriously! Where am I!" he yelled in frustration.

*Snort...yunnghherglergh...* replied the table.

"Yeah...wait, what the!" replied Tydirium, lurching forward away from the snorting, talking table. Spinning around, he watched an incredibly tall man, clad from head to foot in dark armour slump to the ground.

"Argh!" Tydirium screamed. "Argggggh!"

The man snorted again, and licked his lips but remained lying on the floor. He was obviously fast asleep. Clutched tightly in his right fist was what appeared to be an agricultural instrument used for cutting grass, as used by the local farmers. It had a long curved blade, which was fixed to a pole.

"Oh bloody hell, what is this! Who is this dude?!" Tydirium thought to himself. "He looks dangerous, but then harmless at the same time. With that tool he has to be a farmer of some sort...". Looking at the armour, Tydirium wondered if it was really necessary to be so heavily protected from flying grass.

Backing up against the wall furthest away from the sleeping farmer man, his mind began racing. "Am I safe here...who is this man?..does he want to kill me? And where the hell ass balls am I!"

Five minutes or so passed, the armour clad farmer not batting an eyelid throughout, before Tydirium decided to take some action. "I need answers and the only way it looks like I will get them is by interacting with this guy...I guess I better wake him up".

Standing up, he cautiously stepped over to the man, and poked him with his boot. The man remained still. Determined, Tydirium poked him again, harder this time. The man grimaced, but remained still. Getting annoyed, Tydirium bent down and shouted in the mans ear. "OI HORACE, WAKE UP MATE!"

The man bolted upright and looked around, startled . He noticed Tydirium and before Tydirium could do anything the man picked up his scythe and swung it at Tydirium's face from point blank range. Tydirium shut his eyes and found himself screaming like a little girl, screaming...screaming...still screaming..."Why am I not dead yet..?" he questioned himself. Opening his eyes he saw the man, with his tool impaled in the wall, struggling desperately to free it.

"I'm alive! Alive! YES!" he thought to himself, his heart racing. "How the hell did that guy miss me, I was right in front of him".

The man finally pulled his scythe free, the wall around it crumbling away, revealing an exit. He turned round to face Tydirium. "Who are you?! What are you doing waking me up you bloody bum, you!"

"Why does everyone call me a bum?" Tydirium asked, annoyed. "I have a job you know".

"I don't care for you, or your job, bum, now prepare to die, for waking me from my slumber", replied the now fully awake man.

"Whoa, whoa! Wait just a second mate, you made us a way outta here. Shouldn't we escape?"

The man turned around and stared briefly at the hole in the wall. "Hmm...I really ought to kill you, but I have been stuck in here a very long time...so I will take my leave now. You go first bum, I need to keep an eye on you".

Tydirium sighed. "Whatever man, I just want to get out of here. Who are you anyway? What is this place?"

"Move!" shouted the man, making to smack Tydirium with the butt of his pole thing. It missed, hitting the wall next to Tydirium, making the exit even bigger.

"...You really kinda suck, dont'cha?" taunted Tydirium. "You have the worst accuracy of anyone I have ever seen. I've seen drunk people trying to pee doing a better job of hitting the target than you".

The man glared at Tydirium, trying to think of something to say. Instead, he made to punch the wall instead, but missed, tumbling head first out of the DIY exit. Tydirium stepped over him into a dimly lit corridor. Offering his hand to the man, he helped him up. "What's your name, mate?" Tydirium asked.

"Ciriph", replied the man.

"Nice, my name's Tydiri-"

"I don't care what your name is, you berk. Now outta my way, I'm getting out of here". He strode away in one direction. Tydirium jogged after him.