[b] Map Room [/b]

Tommy had been dreaming of beer....lots of beer. A fountain of it, he and his buddies filled their glasses and clinked them together and sang and old hymn. 

He awoke with a startle, not the way you want to end a good beer dream, the floor that he was sleeping on scratched his back, like bark...he knew bark, he was a lumberjack! Had he fallen asleep in a tree again?!?! The room spun with sleepyness before he finally came to. There was, what seemed to be a boy with a tail and cat ears...a woman threatening him with a hammer, and a young man with glasses. In situations like this,  Tommy was more in the "Wait and See How It Plays Out" camp...but given the circumstances that he had no clue where he was or who any of these people were, he felt the need to say something. He stood up, a tall man, when he stands up people notice.

"Now let's just wait a minute here." He said in his deepest voice, "First....why don't we lower that-there hammer real slow. Secondly, where in the name of maple syrup and whiskey are we, and what is going on?