"Mm, many things," states Mar. "It seems I am what people make of me." Mar sips the last of his own glass, feeling a bit more willing to indulge in drink. There was so little consequence to anything he did here, after all---- although a part of him disagreed with that statement. He had met Elayne here, and the Andalite War-Prince Ossanlin. He had involved himself in another Highest's war, something he had sworn not to do.
"If you want to know what I actually am, however..." states Mar with a shrug. Might as well tell the man. "....I'm called an angel among humans, or a God. Depending on your belief system. Rather, I am the mortal form of an entity which can only exist because this place is a madhouse. I have barely any power like this, and less influence...so don't bother making any wishes. But at least I make an interesting conversationalist, on occasion."
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Gallant Regale had landed in the middle of the forest, and there was no other environment on Earth that he felt less at home in. He was a person who loved the nightlife--- the wine, the women, the sweet smoggy embrace of a good city. Being stranded in the middle of the wilderness wasn't even remotely his idea of a good time, and to make matters worse he had appeared plastered in the mud. "Ugh," states Gallant, slowly lifting himself off and attempting to brush it off. At least it was relatively dry.
Gallant paused, trying to determine exactly how he had gotten out here. He remembered turning in for the night with Philippa at home, with thoughts on his mind about how to restore the ailing fortunes of his family. The Regales lived well, but they were running into severe money troubles and Gallant knew it. It wouldn't be long before the family wouldn't be able to maintain its facade, and it killed him inside. Gallant rubbed his hand through his muddy golden-blonde curls, resembling at the moment more of a dirty blonde-brown. .....blast. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing on how he had arrived here in his memory.
He checked his clothes. He seemed to be wearing a red vest, brown work pants, suitable boots, and his cravat. His coat was completely missing, and the clothes themselves were odd---- he had gone to bed in his nightwear. Gallant looked around warily for anything familiar, any sign that he had simply sleepwalked off onto the grounds of his house. Gallant scowled. If this whole thing was a joke by ETW, it was in poor taste.
He did see something ahead---- lights not far away from where he was. Gallant grinned---- civilization meant someone could tell him what had happened. He walked steadily through the woods towards the lights.
