Sir Osis
Sir Osis knew that in the city there was shelter and work. He knew nothing of what was beyond. The choice was simple. Of course, he would have to get a new set of clothes to blend in more as soon as possible. Oddly enough, nobody had stolen his money, and he was able to find lodging quite easily, although it was far more expensive than he would have liked. Then he settled in to begin his new life.
It took him some time, but he eventually managed to communicate in the new language. He found that nobody knew how he could get home, nor had they even heard of it. All he could really do was work at his new job guarding a large inn and brothel and hope some merchant passing through knew how he could get home. None of them did, and after years of waiting, Sir Osis gave up hope. He began to spend his nights smoking opium and enjoying the company of blue-skinned females—with which he was very popular. It wasn’t long before his habits caused him to be thrown out by the owner of the establishment—with whom he was less popular. He died alone in the street behind where he once worked.
It took him some time, but he eventually managed to communicate in the new language. He found that nobody knew how he could get home, nor had they even heard of it. All he could really do was work at his new job guarding a large inn and brothel and hope some merchant passing through knew how he could get home. None of them did, and after years of waiting, Sir Osis gave up hope. He began to spend his nights smoking opium and enjoying the company of blue-skinned females—with which he was very popular. It wasn’t long before his habits caused him to be thrown out by the owner of the establishment—with whom he was less popular. He died alone in the street behind where he once worked.
