Thanaros was left gob smacked when he woke up the next day in a field of corn out in the middle of bumfuck Wisconsin.
The teleportation across the world wasn't even the most shocking part about it.
He didn't sleep, and yet he felt as though he'd suddenly regained consciousness, like
he'd been out cold for a long time.
"Fuck my coccyx," he muttered, rubbing his forehead, bony digit scraping bony skull.
"What the fuck was in that wine I pretended to drink?"
He stood up and realized he was naked.
Scrambling to cover his lack of a penis, he screamed like a little girl before correcting his tone— screaming like a strong man instead.
Just to get into character.
Of course, no one was around, and anyone that happened to see him would be far more rattled about why a ten foot tall skeleton was standing in the middle of a corn field than they would be about the fact that said skeleton wasn't wearing clothes.
In fact, the inclusion of clothes might even confuse them further.
