60th day of Winter 505 AV
Bob woke up on a bed, in a small simple room. Not at his little campsite slightly outside the city walls of Syliras. He had no idea how he had gotten here nor how long he has been here. The days past were a little bit blurry in his memories. The only slightest recollection he had was playing around with swords and magic five days ago but thats about it. Not much about the finer points of that day.
Bob staggered to get out of the bed. The pain hampering his movements but he forced himself up anyway. He actually wanted nothing more to just sleep in but he needed to know what was going on. Looking around at the room it seemed that his stuff was there as well. Interesting he thought to himself but more importantly "What the heck was going on?!?" Already on his feet although his limbs still felt aching he rushed over to his stuff and looked to see if everything was still there. "Damn! Someone is not going to be happy I lost the wooden sword..."
The window was just above his things so Bob just opened it to look outside. Sticking his head out and looking left and right he saw that he was in a long building stretch. He knew then it was the Traveler's Row. It was recommended by some of his other friends in Syliras. Nice, cheap and in the city but he always rather have saved what little money he had by camping outside. Well, something really pressing must have happened if he is staying there right now and paying for it.