It's clear from the first moment that he's no longer in Canaan House. Even before he wakes up, Palamedes is aware of the icy cold biting into his skin, the frozen earth beneath the knobs of his bare shoulders and buttocks and heels. He maps out the world of his available senses, the energies of the surrounding area. Then he opens his eyes.

"Right."

It's difficult enough to navigate a strange forest while naked and alone. Trying to do so when you can barely see three feet in front of your face is even more difficult. Palamedes picks his way through the cold wet undergrowth with his hands outstretched in front of him, trying not to think about how ridiculous he must appear, trying not to think about too much more than the next step. When he hears the sound of water, he heads roughly towards it, assuming he can follow it to civilisation of some kind.

The alternative doesn't bear thinking about.

When he hears the snap of a twig nearby, he turns gratefully towards the bloom of thalergic energy, a skinny young man who looks as lost as anyone possibly could be, yet somehow calm. This is far from the worst thing that he's ever experienced.

"Yes, hello?"

Once he's dressed and relatively warm, with eyeglasses that almost manage to fit on his face without sliding down his nose, Palamedes feels much better about his situation. He obviously still needs to get back to Cam and the others as soon as possible, but he doesn't see any harm in finding out what's going on in this strange little town. And it's certainly a novel thing to be around the noisy crowds of humanity, to experience what looks like a pre-Res civilisation, and to eat food that wasn't grown in a vat.

He doesn't shy away from the displays of sexuality and violence. It's no worse than what he's heard about the parties that happen whenever enough Third necromancers are in a room together for long enough.

Sipping from a cup of warm mulled cider, he lingers in front of a display of ropework on a small stage. A young woman is being efficiently and brutally brought to orgasm over and over by the man who has tied her. Palamedes observes it quietly for a few moments, then turns to one of his fellow audience members.

"The mark on her thigh --" he nods towards the Wilk mark, large enough to spread almost around her entire limb, "what does it mean?"

[ OOC: Here for anything else! Prod me on laetificat for plotting. ]