[Lord T Hawkeye]

Well then, time to stir things up!

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The sound of a telephone ringing...

"Hello? Yes my lord, what is it? Yes? Okay...really? How did that happen? I see...I see...yes we will look into it right away. Thank you very much for calling."

The source of the voice turned.

"Guys, we have work to do."

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The bathroom was horribly cramped so you decided to try and make your way to your room where it was bigger. Stooping under the door and pushing yourself through, you made your way across the hall and felt relief upon entering, finally able to stretch.

"Do I have anything that will fit me now?" you pondered as you looked around.

You saw your bath robe hanging up in your closet and it seemed that was the only thing loose enough to still accomodate you, but now it was only good as a makeshift top as you tied it around yourself. You tied your blanket around your waist to act as a skirt to go with it. It was crude but at least it was functional. Before you could stop and continue trying to make sense of this situation, a noise outside the patio door caught your attention. You could make out the sight of movement behind it.

"A burglar?" you wondered, "Heh...we'll he's in for a surprise..."

Slowly, you moved over to the window and pulled it open, only to be greeted by the sheen of metal armor. The figure that wore it standing even over your new height.

"Eeeek!" you cried out falling backwards.

The figure broke it's pose as it waved it's hands frantically at you.

"Ack! Shhh! Please don't scream! You'll wake the neighbours!" he said in a soothing voice.

As you looked on, the figure lowered it's head under the door frame to step in. He was an imposing figure, comparable to your size. He wore shining silver plate armor decorated with various intricate designs and a flowing blue cape trailed behind him, almost covering the large sword on his back. He had amber eyes, tanned skin and blonde, shoulder length hair. Like you, he bore face markings on his cheeks and his forehead was imbued with the image of a fist raised to the sky, surrounded by flames.

"My apologies for this late intrusion my lady," he said kindly, "I understand there has been...a disturbance here?"

Understatement of the century...who is this man? Does he know what happened to you? How do you respond?