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\f0\fs24 \cf0 "I won't talk to you unless you get me my cider." the old man started back at Locke, then returned to his desk. Locke was furious. This man was intolerable. He couldn't get around that Magitek gaurd outside, and this old grounch wasn't helping at all. He'd slowed the take over long enough, but now he needed to get back to Narshe. His friends were waiting.\
"Listen old man, I need to get out of this-"\
"I won't talk to you till you get me my cider." Locke wanted no more then to rip the mans lungs out, but Locke knew that if he even moved to attack the man would call for help, and Locke alone would be for nothing.\
Locke turned on his heel and tore out of the house. He needed a quick disguise. A merchant would do, for now. Grab the cider and get the passage out of the town.\
"He's in here." said the maid. Locke shot awake. He was back in his bed staring at the ceiling. That dream had been less pleasent, but believed it was probably a better chance of that memory then flying an air ship being reality.\
Locke tried to sit up in his bed, but he instantly collapsed back down on the bed. A man walked forward.\
"Oh, don't strain yourself." said the voice. The man had curly blond hair which seemed to be desperately trying to be controlled, but stuck out messily as if completely stressed out. The man laid a hand down on Locke's shoulder.\
"Please stay seated. you have been sleeping for a few days. Are you feeling any better?"\
"Yes." Locke said simply.\
The man smiled thankfully. "That is excellent. It had been a long time since I have seen you." he said. Locke nodded, too embarassed to ask who the man his name. The man got up, seeming to stare at the ceiling in deep thought.\
"Wasn't it a wounderful night though?" the man spun around at Locke startling him a little. "The finest performance ever to come to my opera! Action! Adventure! Romance!" The mans eyes glittered far off in his own world. Locke found himself holding back a chuckle, The looked back down at Locke. "It's been difficult to do ever since. Some of the things you people did on stage, spectacular!" The man knocked a lamp off the wall while swinging his hands out. He looked clumsily at it. The maid hurried to clean it up.\
Locke wanted desperately to ask the man what he was talking about. Locke had no such recolection of being in a Opera house once, let alone performing one. Locke wanted to beg the man for explanation,\
"Of course ever since the show has never been the same. Maria does very well at being that woman you were with, but that purple octopus! What a complicated costume." The man looked down at Locke cocked an eyebrow at Locke. "Say, you wouldn't mind telling me how that costume was made, would you?"\
Locke shook his head, not daring to met the man's gaze. The man sighed. "Well, it was worth a try, but I must return to the opera. Get well soon lad, and there is work open for you at the opera if you so desire."\
Locke sank back into his bed. 'I've been in an opera?' he asked himself. He couldn't remember a thing of it. If only he could take a walk through his memory, see the events again. It seemed to help him to retrace thoughts in his mind, then he started up with an idea.\
"Wait!" shouted Locke after the man. The man walked back into the room, looking slightly puzzled.\
"Anything else I can do for you?" he asked.\
Locke nodded. "I'd like to see the opera." he said. The man blushed looking flattered. "Well, I suppose it might be fun for you, yes it is very well directed, of course made a few creative changes myself." he looked over at Locke with a smile. "Though you do already know the ending, just don't go telling anyone." With that the man left, and Locke only heard him talking behind the door.\
"You hear that? Our reputation has gone far. I want him looking sharp for the performance now. He will have box seats with me. Make sure he gets there with time to spare. He can use my carriage. Please insure he is ready on time."\
The maid responded a quick yes to all of this, and with that Locke heard the mans footsteps exiting the house and slamming the door.\
The maid entered back into the room. "Well, I suppose your feeling better then?" she fussed a bit with the blankets covering Locke. "You know, i wouldn't guess for the life of me by looking at you you'd enjoy an opera, much less have participated in one. Impressario is constantly raving about you." she continued on like this while in the room. Locke settled back into the bed. Tomorrow night he would leave and hopefully the opera would reveal some of the holes in his memory.\
The room began to dissapear, and in front of him was a beautiful blond haired woman singing on the edge of a castle. Locke longed to come forward to touch her, but the dream switched gears before he could take a step.}
\f0\fs24 \cf0 "I won't talk to you unless you get me my cider." the old man started back at Locke, then returned to his desk. Locke was furious. This man was intolerable. He couldn't get around that Magitek gaurd outside, and this old grounch wasn't helping at all. He'd slowed the take over long enough, but now he needed to get back to Narshe. His friends were waiting.\
"Listen old man, I need to get out of this-"\
"I won't talk to you till you get me my cider." Locke wanted no more then to rip the mans lungs out, but Locke knew that if he even moved to attack the man would call for help, and Locke alone would be for nothing.\
Locke turned on his heel and tore out of the house. He needed a quick disguise. A merchant would do, for now. Grab the cider and get the passage out of the town.\
"He's in here." said the maid. Locke shot awake. He was back in his bed staring at the ceiling. That dream had been less pleasent, but believed it was probably a better chance of that memory then flying an air ship being reality.\
Locke tried to sit up in his bed, but he instantly collapsed back down on the bed. A man walked forward.\
"Oh, don't strain yourself." said the voice. The man had curly blond hair which seemed to be desperately trying to be controlled, but stuck out messily as if completely stressed out. The man laid a hand down on Locke's shoulder.\
"Please stay seated. you have been sleeping for a few days. Are you feeling any better?"\
"Yes." Locke said simply.\
The man smiled thankfully. "That is excellent. It had been a long time since I have seen you." he said. Locke nodded, too embarassed to ask who the man his name. The man got up, seeming to stare at the ceiling in deep thought.\
"Wasn't it a wounderful night though?" the man spun around at Locke startling him a little. "The finest performance ever to come to my opera! Action! Adventure! Romance!" The mans eyes glittered far off in his own world. Locke found himself holding back a chuckle, The looked back down at Locke. "It's been difficult to do ever since. Some of the things you people did on stage, spectacular!" The man knocked a lamp off the wall while swinging his hands out. He looked clumsily at it. The maid hurried to clean it up.\
Locke wanted desperately to ask the man what he was talking about. Locke had no such recolection of being in a Opera house once, let alone performing one. Locke wanted to beg the man for explanation,\
"Of course ever since the show has never been the same. Maria does very well at being that woman you were with, but that purple octopus! What a complicated costume." The man looked down at Locke cocked an eyebrow at Locke. "Say, you wouldn't mind telling me how that costume was made, would you?"\
Locke shook his head, not daring to met the man's gaze. The man sighed. "Well, it was worth a try, but I must return to the opera. Get well soon lad, and there is work open for you at the opera if you so desire."\
Locke sank back into his bed. 'I've been in an opera?' he asked himself. He couldn't remember a thing of it. If only he could take a walk through his memory, see the events again. It seemed to help him to retrace thoughts in his mind, then he started up with an idea.\
"Wait!" shouted Locke after the man. The man walked back into the room, looking slightly puzzled.\
"Anything else I can do for you?" he asked.\
Locke nodded. "I'd like to see the opera." he said. The man blushed looking flattered. "Well, I suppose it might be fun for you, yes it is very well directed, of course made a few creative changes myself." he looked over at Locke with a smile. "Though you do already know the ending, just don't go telling anyone." With that the man left, and Locke only heard him talking behind the door.\
"You hear that? Our reputation has gone far. I want him looking sharp for the performance now. He will have box seats with me. Make sure he gets there with time to spare. He can use my carriage. Please insure he is ready on time."\
The maid responded a quick yes to all of this, and with that Locke heard the mans footsteps exiting the house and slamming the door.\
The maid entered back into the room. "Well, I suppose your feeling better then?" she fussed a bit with the blankets covering Locke. "You know, i wouldn't guess for the life of me by looking at you you'd enjoy an opera, much less have participated in one. Impressario is constantly raving about you." she continued on like this while in the room. Locke settled back into the bed. Tomorrow night he would leave and hopefully the opera would reveal some of the holes in his memory.\
The room began to dissapear, and in front of him was a beautiful blond haired woman singing on the edge of a castle. Locke longed to come forward to touch her, but the dream switched gears before he could take a step.}
