Dan sat down at the waters edge, dipping his feet into the crystal clear liquid. "So, now what are we supposed to do?" He scratched his head, gazing up at the majestic fall before him.
He cleared his throat, "Uh, folks, we mean you no harm." Dan looked at the crowd nervously before continuing. "We're just travelers in need of some assistance."
Dan stood in awe for a moment at the events unfolding before him--so dumb-struck he didn't even notice that he was now shirtless until he felt a cool breeze across his chest.
Dan awoke, face-down in the dirt. As he stumbled to his feet, he rubbed at his sore neck, doing his best to maintain his footing. "I'll never get used to that." He looked around for a sign of anything familiar, though first noticing a kingdom that lay off in the distance. "I don't think we're in...
As Dan took careful aim, he heard barking from below the treehouse and noticed Savvanah becoming slightly overwhelmed in her position. Leaning out the window, he sent covering fire in her direction, attempting to alleviate some of the congestion of floaters.
Dan reached for one of the firearms Adarian had managed to bring back with him, quickly moving to the window to sight in on the horde of undead. He began firing, taking careful aim and calculated shots. One, two, three went down. Then four, five, and six.
"Ok, bu-," Dan meant to address Adarian but he was gone before he could finished his sentence and Savvanah was calling to him. He approached her bedside. "Are you okay? Can I do anything for you?"