Muse couldn’t believe how quickly Nautilus shoved him aside, daggers going through him as the companion he thought he’d lost suddenly didn’t recognize him – or maybe he had the wrong guy? – no no, couldn’t be possible. [i]I never forget a face…[/i] Muse thought, climbing back to his feet. [i]Maybe he’s got holes in his memory, given recent events.[/i] 

“Well, um… uh, sorry about that.” Muse spoke up awkwardly, hastily wiping tears away with his sleeve before looking back to the rest of the group. Along with the two roleplayers he’d dragged down with him for no apparent reason, they were accompanied by a youngster who appeared to be Nautilus’ companion, and he was clearly already confused. “Well ya see, I guess I’m sort of what you’d call a ‘shapeshifter’. I’m only a dragon when I want to be.” He answered. “Oh! That reminds me!” his attention then instantly shifted to the remains of the fire those two had probably put plenty of effort into constructed before he put it out in his sudden display of emotion. Thinking fast, he inhaled deeply, and shot out a thick stream of flame from his mouth, re-lighting the charred remains. “Sorry about that.” He apologized awkwardly again. ‘I’m assuming that fire was kind of important to – hey! Wait a minute!” Muse called after Nautilus when he noticed the young man turning to leave, running out and standing in front of him. “Look, I realize I probably didn’t make the best first impression, but, I need to, I mean –” he stuttered as his thoughts and emotions remained as scrambled as ever. “…You guys are still roleplayers, right?”