I opened my eyes, must've dreaming, the last thing I remembered what this guy Nero tying me to my chair, people laughing about a smudge in my face, me feeling drunk and sick...
Someone had freed me from my ropes and I staggered.
"Oh, my head... that barkeeper should be beheaded and quartered... but I'm not sure of the correct sequence... Ah, thank you, feeling much better now. Who are you, rescuer of a lady in distress?"
Huh? Since when did I use these words? So old-fashioned? Andandand, how did I look? Yuck, wearing a long coat and some funny looking leggings underneath... And in green! Uhh, I hate green, doesn't fit my eyes. Yuck!
"I'm BeeGee, don't you know me?" The guy looked at me with twinkling eyes full of impish amusement. My mind was still bloated, I shook my head and focused on him. "Hmmm, yes, I recall someone with your name, but, ahm, I don't know exactly from where..." I looked around for help and saw several other people tied to a tree.
"No time for this, BeeGee, we'll settle it another time. As you've got a knife, could you please free the others here? I'll go and take a look where we are and what's going on in here. I knew the Larians can't be trusted..."
"Shriek, every one wake, quick, there's a demon, or something of the kind in here, quick...