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[ It had already been a terribly confusing few days. Jophrey had at first believed that he'd never seen this place before, but as time went on he was struck by a growing sense of maddening familiarity. He could even have sworn there were looks of recognition on some of the faces he he passed, though none had called out to him.

When the memories did come back to him, they came all at once in a disorienting rush. Avalon, kings and wizards, the magic so different from his own, the familiars...

He glanced at the gaelicat he now remembered he'd named Cid, napping in a sunny spot well away from the water and humidity of the baths. Jophrey, for his part, sunk lower into the water, trying to relax away the ache in his head and...well...the ache everywhere else.

He painted a bedraggled picture, his white hair too long and falling into his eyes, his cheeks coated with several weeks worth of beard, and he moved with the stiffness of an old man. His skin bore a fresh new coat of black and blue, a souvenir from his final confrontation with Zenos. It was accented with the pale red of many, many freshly-healed scars. He sighed, tilting his head back and resting it on the cool stone of the bath's edge. ]

By the Twelve, I am getting too old for this shite.