Muse hardly had the chance to thank John for letting him inside before he was suddenly asked ‘what the hell happened?’. “Well um…” Muse hesitated, looking John over closely. [i]Is this the roleplayer I sensed?[/i] he wondered. He held a tabletop die in his hand, so, probably? Burning question was, though, what exactly [i]did[/i] happen? He could try to explain the whole ‘welcome to the Guild’ spiel, but if this guy was referring to something specific that had just happened in this particular setting, how was he to know? “I just got here; you tell me what happened.” He replied. “I mean I’m guessing you’re [i]proooobably[/i] a Roleplayer Guild member who got sucked into a roleplay, but as for what exactly just happened moments prior to my arrival… well, I’m not omniscient.” He answered, still shivering slightly, holding back the urge to shake the water out of his hair like a dog.