Two voices there had been. The deep, rough voice of Biirn, the inn keeper and the smooth, yet worried voice of Mac the Magician.
Two years it had been, but Thenais could still remember the exact words...
Grid J-10
Location... The capitol of Classic LEGOland.
"Is he dead?" said the worried voice
"No, look he's moving."said another.
"Where...Were am I?"
"Why you're in the capitol. Are you all right sir?" It was the deep voice again.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" said the first.
"What? I can't see. Where's the light?"
"But there's all kinds of light."
"Oh, stow it Mac. Now sir, can you see anything?"
"No. No, I can't see anything. I can't see. I'm blind. I'm blind!"
"Now calm down sir. You need to tell us where you're from."
"What?"
"Well it's obvious that you're a knight but your shield has no device and you weren't with a battalion. Where's your home?" do you have any family or relatives?"
"I...I can't remember. I can't remember anything."
"Well good work Magician, you've just made a beggar out of this fine knight."
"Oh dear." said the worried voice "I crave your pardon sir knight."
"Why? What happened? Have you laid a curse on me wizard?"
"Oh I'm not a wizard, nor a magician in the strictest sense, but...um. Well, one of my fireworks misfired you see and... Well, you were in the way apparently. Once again I am dreadfully sorry."
Now the deeper voice spoke again. "The light is what blinded you I shouldn't wonder and this crack on your head would seem to be the cause of your memory loss. But don't you worry, Mac and me will see that this happening is noised abroad and if you have a family, as it would seem you must, they will without a doubt come for you and take you home. Until then, you're welcome to stay here in my inn. You have plenty of money on you so no trouble there and if you don't mind I think I'll call a leech for your cut."
The leech came of course, but as Thenais sat there, looking back on that day he couldn't help thinking that it had been the only thing that had gone as planed. Weeks past and by the time that his money ran out, it was obvious that no one would come for him. About then, Thenais began to think he wasn't a noblemen at all. More likely, he thought, was that he had been a wandering adventurer. Thenais still thought this and that was partially why he had been so cross with Walf earlier. Bad things can happen on an adventure. Thenais was proof.
Let us stop for a moment and ponder the signiture...
Ok, enough of that!