Only when he blinked and reopened his eyes did Fria Bandit find himself in a new, unfamiliar place. And yes, is possible for new places to be familiar, as they could be a new place similar to places you’ve been before. No, this place was unfamiliar, as he stood on ground in a forest that he’d never treaded in, that didn’t seem to have any lamps or outposts or trails. “What the? What happened to- no, better not disclose his name.” Fria said to himself in his somewhat ever-whispering southern accent. “But, logically, shouldn’t he be here too? It would only make sense, considering all we really know of... any matter, I think I should find somewhere to stay, or maybe someone to talk to.” He said. At his hip was his revolver, and today’s bullets were Hellish element. He then began to wander through the forest.