Otatso Wetlands and oh man, if you ever lose your way

as chusi hovered overhead, worried about the pain she had inadvertently inflicted, imrathil labored below. he remembered nothing - god, why was he so stupid? he rubbed his temples with a frustrated, quiet growl. the mists in his mind seemed to gather forces, clouding everything that might have been a clue to his past life.

and then he realized that the one thing his mind could not corrupt, was the woman before him -- she was real, and she could help him. but she kept saying ingram. was that his real name?

was that who he was?

looking feebly at her, imrathil's brow furrowed. "i'm with a group of wolves not so far from here.." he sucked in a deep breath, feeling shame, frustration, and feebleness overcome him. "can you.. can you tell me everything?"