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The young halfling's eyes snap open, soaked from head to toe, his head feeling as if someone has brought a sledgehammer to it, his gingerly touches his head, letting out a soft moan as he sits up, his soaked black hair falling over his shoulders as his steel grey eyes survey the area around him, a dock. He is lost, he doesnt know this place, matter of fact...he doesnt even know who -he- is....he lifts himself to his feet, his knees wobbling under the pressure as he glances around even more, stumbling onto a wooden crate before being roughly pushed by a large man "Oi! Outta me way scrawny!" he shouted into the halfling's ear, he glanced around once more, his head spinning before he blacks out and slams his head on the crate casting himself into yet another deep slumber.