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A sturdy young man, perhaps in his late teens, stirred as he choked on empty air. There had been a curious sensation of being buried alive, gone almost at once but still disconcertingly real. A byproduct of the summoning ritual a strange male voice was talking about, perhaps? Well, he'd probably never know and it probably didn't matter. Even through the haze in his head it seemed pretty clear that he was not, in fact, buried.

The man swung his legs out of bed and slowly sat up, rubbing his face and feeling a circle of glass in front of one eye. Corrective lens, maybe? That seemed likely, though with his eyes still firmly shut he couldn't tell. He flexed his muscles to determine his condition and couldn't feel any pains or aches. The weight and jangle whenever he moved told him that he was dressed in some form of armor. Was he a fighter, then? Yes, that seemed right. It sounded as though some of the others in the room knew they could use magic, and he certainly knew nothing of the sort.

Reluctantly, he decided that he had to open his eyes and start getting a handle on things. Looking around, he was at least reassured that everyone (with the possible exception of the strange armored one) appeared to be human. He didn't think he could handle being surrounded by monsters.

: "This is quite a mess to wake up to. An invading army, no memories, no weapons, and someone keeping secrets."

42-1 looked back and forth between the two for a moment; clearly even he could tell something was going on. But he couldn't figure out what it was, and being the good butler he was, he bowed.

: "As you wish, ma'am. Miss Milly, if you'll follow me? I'm sure Miss Serena will be pleased to meet you."

Indeedy doody, dragondealer.

With the casual ease of someone that spent a good portion of his life doing so, 42-1 poured a cup of cold tea. He had been about to offer it to the merchant when Yliss started acting a little intense.

: "...Perhaps a cup for Miss Yliss as well?"

: "I believe we will be able to accommodate your wishes, ma'am. In the meantime, would you care for some tea? It is rather cold now, but it might help."

: "I imagine the Annas must have ran them out of their businesses as well." How they had managed to do that with prices an order of magnitude greater than what Milly was charging, 42-1 couldn't begin to imagine. Still, economics was a completely new subject to him. "Have you given any thought as to how you will acquire new stock once you have left the settlement?"

: "My pardon sir, but you misunderstood my intent. All I meant was that Miss Milly will not be required to assist with cooking or cleaning. Also, I believe you forgot the self-igniting lady, the two ladies with horns, the dancing vampire, and the extremely angry lady." He paused. "And the horse, sir."