A name comes to your mind.

A word, a name rattles around in your head then tumbles down to your mouth and you hear yourself say, “Kora.”

He looks at you, a slight hint of confusion or disbelief in his brow, “I sense no deception, a girls name around here. Then again you aren’t from here are you?” He says then not really giving you a chance to answer he calls out, “Dexter, would you please take Kora to town and get him some clothes and a weapon so he isn’t so helpless.” He turns and looks as what must surely be someone descended from raptors. He is only 5’4” tall and rather thin, yet you can clearly see sinewy muscles under his bluish green skin. Unlike the wizard, he is dressed far more modern, dark blue jeans, a baby blue shirt, and a black hooded cloak. His feet are clawed and bare but his hands are very human like with only slightly pointed nails. He doesn’t wear armor but something in your head is sort of telling you that the silver bracers on his wrists are as protective as chain mail. He has a light looking rifle slung on his back and an old school looking single action cowboy revolver at his hip, slung from a wide belt with several pouches.

“Sure thing.” Dexter replies. He sounds like a member of a boy band, melodic and a tad high pitched. He turns to you and adds, “Follow me.” His eyes linger a bit at your cock and you actually blush. “Let’s get you all squared away.”

The wizard says, “If you wish I would love to hear your story once you are ready.” Then to Dexter, “100 gold for our guest.” He hands him a sack, to you he then adds, “A loan you never have to repay. I sense something in you that will accomplish great things.”

“Thank you.” You say and with a wave of his hand he steps into a tree and is gone.

The two of you alone Dexter smiles, “You know I think I should just steal this gold and run.”

“You’d get in trouble.” You say and hold out your hand.

“True.” He taps his head thinking. “I know I’ll bet you for it. A wager between friends.”

“No way. Hand it over.” You say.

“Oh hell no, he never said I had to give it to you, just get you clothing and a weapon. Follow me.” With that he takes off.

“Jackass.” You mutter under your breath. Then take off after him. The heavy vegetation and nudity is clearly causing you to loose him when suddenly some magical seeming words are in your head, you say them as you crash into a tree. Suddenly as if watching the wizard was enough to learn magic, you are transported maybe 300 yards ahead. You watch as Dexter runs up to you unaware and step out and say, “Not nice.”

He stumbles back, trips, and lands on his butt. “No way, you some kind of Druid like Collotus?”