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"Who are you?" The voice said, quiant and perhaps a little scared, like a young child's.
Izhak stood on the top of a mountain, standing on top of a heavy blanket of snow, letting the strong wind pass through his body. It was, to his surprise, warm.
He remembered one mountain that he climbed to the top and the freezing cold that ran through his body the higher he gotten.
"Things are not always as they seem." That same voice called out again, prompting Izhak to turn his head to the source, a child.

It was a dwarven child no older then 15 with his back towards Loto's front.
"Who are you?" It asked again as Izhak simply stood.
"I'm...a dwarf." The bard had said, circling around the child to see it's face, but when Izhak did he simply saw the back again from every degree.
"Who are you?" It asked again.
"I'm a bard." Izhak said, pivoting his weight on his right and sprinted the other way around to see a face but to no avail.
"Who are you?" It asked again with a hint of agitation in it's voice.
"I'm...I'm..." He struggled for an answer as he simply stood to assess himself. He had the same clothes that was on him before he had been knocked out, knives, dwarven luck charms- all except for one thing.

"I'm looking." Izhak responded as he patted himself down. The dwarven child smiled and actually turned around to reveal his face only to find the bard too busy, looking for his instrument.
"Play. We like to hear you." The same quiant voice said.
"We?" Izhak responded as he looked back up to see four other individuals: A male human with his sword dug deep into the snow, a female elf wearing some type of ceremonial garb with her hands behind her back, A drow with a bow but no arrows, and a kinderling twirling a knife with nothing but te fingers of a hand.

"We've always heard you play."
"We just liked it when you started to play good."
They laughed amongst themselves like good friends before the kinderling interrupted it to speak to Izhak.
"Now. You're gonna wake up." He said raising his left hand in the air; thumb and middle finger clasped together.
"Wake up." He said as he snapped his fingers and the world was brought back to darkness.

His soft blue eyes opened, his mind rested and he stood himself up as he looked out the bars of the dungeon they were put in. Izhak looked behind him to find Dessana and Loto already awake in a rather...strange way.
"Do the two of you want an empty cell?" He lightly mused as he looked down upon himself again.
Of course they'd take everything but the cloth on my back...

Izhak turned back around and widened his eyes at the reilization of other cells.
"Romerius!" He shouted as he held onto his cell, eyes darting from cells perpindicular to Izhak's
"Romerius Terscott Rosat!" Izhak shouted again, using his father's full name.
"Father!" Izhak shouted one last time before rocking the iron bars back and forth, creating a racket on purpose, so perhaps he could hear him.