You know there are some things you can expect when you wake up from sleeping in the wild (aside from assassins with guns pointed at you and coffee brewing I assure you this a rare occurence), you do not expect to wake up in a bed. Yes I went to sleep in the wild and woke up in a bed, I had been tucked in, my cloak hung up on a nearby rack and my shoes placed beside (gun belt and sword hung from the same rack my cloak did). I also felt like I'd taken a bath that I don't recall taking (there's a distinct feeling of clean that I felt). I got dressed, and opened the door.
I was in some kind of bed and breakfast from a place I don't ever remember visiting. I actually had to resist the urge to stab myself because I was sure I was dreaming. Like the walls were lined with pleasant wall paintings of meadows and other places. The wood was that kind of inviting golden hued type. I could see doors marked for other travelers though I didn't hear any others. I was on the second floor and as I made my way down a nice man in a suit sat at the registers desk.
"Good morning Mr. Lorentino its pleasant to see you again." He had a wide smile and normal hue to his face. His clothing was well maintained and fit him properly. He was overly tall, but not monstorously so. I was so dumbfounded by his greeting I didn't even know where to begin, so I didn't I just sat there wordlessly wondering where in the gods I was and what happened to the horrible reality I had just been a part of.
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