"It would seem our guest has decided to join us!" he heard, turning to see whom had said it.
There she was, the raven haired angel that had saved him from freezing to death.
He mustered up his courage, but there was something about this woman that reduced him to a quivering mess.
"Indeed I have" he said, trying to be as smooth as possible.
"I trust the accomodations were to your liking?" she asked, as she stood and walked over to him.
Perhaps it was the environment, perhaps it was the faint smell of flapjacks cooking, perhaps he was just weak from his ordeal, but at that moment, he was smitten, completely dumbstruck by the beauty of this young and energentic woman. Her figure was slim, but still shapely, and her dark black raven locks cascaded down across her breasts. Her skin was pale, but as pure as the first snows in winter. And her eyes...her eyes were haunting. A pale, almost glowing blue, and when he looked into them, he saw something he could never explain.
"Are you okay?" she asked him.
It took him a moment, but he collected himself, and replied "Of course, I apologize, I am still a little sleepy."
"You need some food" she said, taking him by the arm. "Please, sit next to me."
She led him to an open seat next to her at the crowded breakfast table, and he sat.
Taking in the scene, he tried to listen to a few of the various conversations going on around him. People were sharing stories of battles, and of adventure, and of magic.
Something inside of him stirred. Anasazi realized that he was home.
