[Awareness blossomed through a throbbing headache as salt-scented air filled his nostrils. He must have lost consciousness during his fall.

But wait, no. Origin should sprawl above him, blackening the perpetually twilit sky. What then was-

- All thoughts were slammed from his mind as he hit the surface of the waves, water like a solid thing knocking the air from his lungs. Thankfully, the shocked gasp wouldn't come, his diaphragm momentarily stunned, and it wasn't until he bobbed to the surface again that he was able to pull an overwhelmed breath, eyes blurry, unaware of his surroundings.

The impact did little to help his headache. The dragoons of Sanbreque were many things, but sailors they were not, nor had Dion spent much time along the seashore. He didn't know to ware the circling fins, drawn to the blood from his head wound.

Help would be appreciated.]

[He'd been too exhausted when he first arrived on Eltrut, too exhausted to question, too exhausted to do anything but find the apartment the strange device had printed and find sleep in the bed he found there. He awoke the next day uncertain whether or not it had all been a dream only to find the spartan room and in-fitting uniform still present, as well as the map he'd been given.

Surely this must still be a dream. None would be so callous as to play the cruel trick of hiding ones belonging after stealing them from their homes, would they?

Yes, it would seem they would. And so, Prince Dion, in a Paladin uniform stretched too taut over his broad chest, is referencing his map and hoping to find proper garments, and perhaps to recover his halberd, but his main goal is recovering his mithril armor. It is costly to replace, and while he isn't too familiar with the currency yet, he's only just arrived, he's certain he doesn't possess enough for replacement.

But the map is basic and the streets less so, and so the need to ask for directions presents itself.]

Begging your pardon, if I may ask a moment of your time. Is this cross-street near here?

[Now that things have been acquired and devices explained, Dion feels the time for probing has arrived. Not only is he satisfying a curiosity and exploring the use of the shellphone, he's also going to get information, hopefully.

There's a pause after the call starts. The instructions had mentioned the transmission didn't start instantly and he wasn't certain how long he should pause.]

Greetings. [He pauses here for a moment, to make certain he'd made the transmission properly.] I am Dion of House Lesage, and newly arrived, as I understand all of you could once claim.

I've been informed there are others here who have come from other shared worlds.

I would like to know if the following names are familiar to you: Joshua or Clive Rosfield. When last I was home, it was in their company. I know not if it matters, but if I was taken, perhaps so were they.

I thank you for your time.

[OOC: Dion will be making his way to the MANTA office, but also the tattooist, as he's been told the tattoos are magical and required to use his abilities. Or you can encounter him somewhere else entirely! I'm totally down for anything! I'm vikael on plurk and also vikael on Discord!]