When Praiotin awoke and regained his consciousness, he felt the warm breeze of a typical summer day of Ul'dah. He got up slowly and moved to the window, like a thousand times before. But something was different. Everything was different. What he saw was Ul'dah, yes. But still so much looked different. What happened? In this very moment he remembered the Battle of Carteneau. But he couldn't remember the outcome. Did we win? What happened to the others? How did I came here?
He stopped for a moment, thinking about waiting just here for someone to come and answer his questions. But he couldn't rest while not knowing about what happened to the others. Pencakes... friends... where are you? Are you even alive? He put on his Paladin armor and grabbed his sword. Armor and sword felt heavier than usual but Praiotin knew he will regain his strength and wouldn’t rest, until he would knew about the other's fate.
He went to the door with a fierce expression in his face. I'll find them... once I know how to get out of my house.
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