[Along comes someone who has yet to find anything whatsoever from his world. Kain is convinced that perhaps nothing at all has appeared, that maybe he's too newly arrived for it to happen. No matter. He's probably better off.]
[Until he notices the pile of stuff. A lot of stuff. Most of it means nothing to him... Then his eyes fall on a dragon-shaped figurine. An all too familiar figurine that was once a gift to him, some time ago. He gasps in surprise.]
open prompt!
[Until he notices the pile of stuff. A lot of stuff. Most of it means nothing to him... Then his eyes fall on a dragon-shaped figurine. An all too familiar figurine that was once a gift to him, some time ago. He gasps in surprise.]
That's mine, I'm sure of it...