The sun shined brightly upon William's eyes as he drifted into consciousness. He creaked his eyes open, and sat up, only to feel a rush of nausea pass over him. He shivered and rubbed his eyes, only for him to find a red notebook caught in his hand, along for him to notice a white robe upon his own body. He froze, and tried to figure out where he was, only for him to come up with a hot steaming load of nothing. He started to get more and more stressed out, realizing that he knew practically nothing about himself. He put his head in his hands, and started to sweat, and then realized what was about to happen. He leaned out over his legs, and threw up onto the ground, which actually did help clear his head a bit. He stood up shakily, and took a deep breath, starting to calm down and feel at least a little better.

	He flipped open his notebook, to find it blank save for one letter. He scanned it over and frowned, finding himself with more questions than answers. He didn't have a place to put the notebook, and it did say that would always return to him, so even though he was pretty sure that that was impossible, he placed the notebook on the ground, deciding that he would just attempt to summon it back when he next needed it. He saw a of group of humans congregating near the door to the tavern mentioned in his notebook, and he made his way over to them, saying, "Killer idea guys, let's go [i]in[/i] the tavern." He drawled, not in the most patient mood right now. The taste of vomit still was still stuck in his mouth, and he desperately wanted to clear it out.