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Blayne floated over the water slowly. He laid upon a small raft constructed of nothing more than fenceposts and a well cover.
As he lay there his mind was going crazy. Reliving everything that had happened that day once more.
He sighed and closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Many hours later he was awoken from sleeping by a thundering boom.
He felt the cold sting of rain as it fell from the sky and struck him. Frantically he moved the raft about, trying his best to keep it afloat. The wind tore at the raft with great force, and increased the sting of the raindrops as they fell.

The wind grew stronger and stronger by the minute, and his efforts to keep the raft afloat were in vain. He could feel it slowly moving apart beneath him, he knew it would be a matter of minutes. That time did not come, or he did not get to know that time. The raft came apart from beneath him; as it did the wind sent it flying towards Blayne. All he could do was brace himself. Then it was black.

Slowly his eyes fluttered open, he was still floating, but barely. A small part of the raft remained in-tact and he drifted on. In the distance he cought a glance of a shore.. then a harbour.. Or so he thought..

Rankor was by the sea shore, he seemed to have a fishing rod in hand, "Ca'mon!" He shouted in excitement as he got a pull on the string, "Hah, take that ye wanker!" He said, giving the fish a harsh pulling and pulling out a bass the size of his head. Rankor smirked, tossing it into a bucket full of water, He let the string stretch once more, but as he let it fly, he saw something in the distance...

... " 'Ello, 'ello... What do you 'ave here... " he smirked, pulling back the string and watching a raft near the shore, Rankor scratched his beard, stepping a few feet closer into the ocean, now knee-high in water. Rankor stood there in the water, watching the raft come closer and closer, "We 'ave a visitor..." Rankor said in thought, the usual passive smirk on his face.

Being curious, Juliana sees a man by the shore staring at the sea talking to himself, so very quietly walks up behind him to see what he is doing and spies the raft. Laying down her quiver and bow near a tree, she wades to the raft attempting to tug on it, pulling it toward shore while keeping his head above water. When close enough to Rankor she looks up at him with hand on hip and gleam in her eye "Are you going to help?".

Still a bit dazed he looked up at the two faces; still seeming blurred through his eyes.
He coughed for a moment and choked out, "Wh-where am I?"
He looked back up at the two with a puzzled face as his vision became more steady.

A head begins to emerge from the water, a head of a lizard. It slowly rises up more and more, first just the head, then shoulders, then torso, as he walks up the beach from the sea bottom to dry land. Large amounts of water drip off his drenched clothing, splashing against the water and sand. The lizard stands wearily on the beach, mumbling things to himself.

His snout twitches in various manners as he looks around with general disinterest.

"Oh." The lizard says with delighted surprise as he sees a bottle attached to his side filled with mead. Perhaps in surprise that the bottle is still safely attached after being underwater. Or perhaps that it didn't break. Or perhaps it had any mead left at all. He removes it from his side, opening the top.

He rolls his neck from one side to the other, groaning a little.

Blayne lifted his head up, examining the two people coming to his aid.