He looks for his sword, but it's not there; nor is his armour, or his helmet.
"I'd ask that of you!" he says. "What have you done to my weapons, why do you live in such a decadent room that looks like a Byzantine whore's dream home, and -- what in the name of Hel have you done to Garm?"
The dog snoring so familiarly at the foot of the bed definitely looks nothing like the big shaggy red wolf-hound he was expecting.
"Who is Holmes?" he barks, just as the dog barks back.
"Did he do that to us? I want a word with him. Now, if possible!"
He finds some clothes on the floor that definitely aren't his, but fit him as if they were. They're dark, and a bit showy in an entirely black way. Again, something the Arab would wear.
"Or Ibn," he says. "Why would Ibn play such a trick on me?"
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His clothes are missing and there's another man here, the dog that barks at him at least looks like Gladstone,
"Who are you?!"
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"I'd ask that of you!" he says. "What have you done to my weapons, why do you live in such a decadent room that looks like a Byzantine whore's dream home, and -- what in the name of Hel have you done to Garm?"
The dog snoring so familiarly at the foot of the bed definitely looks nothing like the big shaggy red wolf-hound he was expecting.
"What nasty witch-plant did you put in my mead?"
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He can see a suit on the floor and gets dressed as quickly as he can while keeping an eye on the other man.
As a doctor, he's good at getting ready when there's the need,
"That's not Gladstone. Holmes!"
Franz barks at them both, this isn't right.
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"Did he do that to us? I want a word with him. Now, if possible!"
He finds some clothes on the floor that definitely aren't his, but fit him as if they were. They're dark, and a bit showy in an entirely black way. Again, something the Arab would wear.
"Or Ibn," he says. "Why would Ibn play such a trick on me?"
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