"Nah, I think I'll pass," you said. "I'm not all that hungry. Besides, judging by the looks of things, if I'm not careful around food in this town, I might need help getting pulled out of some tent-sized pants myself!"
Devon chuckled. "True, true. I mean, my pants size had a half dozen less X's in it before I moved here. Did you just get into town?"
"Kinda..." you began. You ended up telling the 'roo about waking up in the middle of the city, completely nude and without a clue how you got there.
"Huh," Devon said. "That story sounds... familiar."
"What do you mean by that?" you asked.
"I met a guy a little over a year ago who said the exact same thing. He just appeared in Zaftif City one day, no idea how he got here, or any memories of his life before. Duncan is his name. "
"Really? Do you know if he's still around?" Duncan might be able to help you figure out just what is going on. If he has been in this city for a year, then he must have at least what happened to him and, by extension, why you found yourself here.
"Oh yeah, I think so." said Devon. "I ran into himself a few months ago. It took me a few seconds to recognize him because...well, let's just say he looked much, much healthier than when I first met him."
"Huh?"
Devon laughed to himself. "Oh, you'll see. Do you want his contact information? I think I have his phone number written down somewhere."
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