A Rude Awakening

[Khayman the Wanderer]

Kelthas you bastard, was the first words to rubble forth from The Wanderer's lips, then seeing Cutter, you too? Looking down at himself, he recognized nothing, where two longswords once rested, what appeared to be a Rapier and Main-guache now rested, though the drow hand crossbow was a familiar site though it dredged up memories of his beloved wife. He swallowed down another growl of rage, rose and brushed himself off. Except for the kobold, Kelthas had said, so turning his gaze to the scaly creature he asked, his tone stoic, Where are we, and who are you?