// Is it just me, or did I never saw sun falling in the horizon other than western? B) //
Scorch heard strange sound, followed by a well known (and well hated) voice. It wasn't sounding good. The waves left him at the shore. He could hardly crouch up from his lying position as he suddenly heard footsteps among rubble which suddenly hasted up, somewhere far.
"There!"
"Ssssssh. It's dangerous, fool!"
"He will help us, I tell you."
"He doesn't look to well."
"Nevermind, if he won't help us, nobody will."
"Pleased to see him like that, I must say. Last time he wasn't too kind to us."
"You know he can be trusted, if after our tale even our leader agreed we will need this man. In fact, he sent us here to check if he's alive."
Now, the voice aimed directly at Scorch.
"Hey, sir! Over here!"
"We must get you to safety."
Scorch turned in direction of the voice and began to crawl on the sand, unable to stand up. A pathetic sight. All around were broken wall pieces, glass, some remaining pillars and logs...
(check the character's section... heh, you didn't suppose I'll leave poor blindman to die?)
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"Patrick... Sigilius..." - Cheetah said. - "Now it seems I skipped a few events! Who is the man you've seen dead and why doesn't he even know how he died?!"