Waking up naked in a softer bed than he could remember sleeping in in a long time is enough to have York confused as he lifts his head, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings. Not that he's complaining, given his last memory involved bleeding on the ground.

Except it seems to be healed. So afterlife is his first thought, although if that was the case, he'd probably have his full sight restored. Not afterlife then and as he stands, he notices the band around his throat in the mirror, the familiar color enough to have him dead still.

....Cosmic joke, right? As if he needed another reminder. But he's only still for a moment before turning to the pile of cloth that might have been clothing.

Definitely was clothing when he held it up and just stared at the fabric.

This had to be some kind of joke. Nobody'd worn clothing like in....a really fucking long time, actually but it's all he can find after investigating the rest of the room and going out naked? Not happening.

Once he's dressed. (underdressed really, given his normal clothing is armor), York runs a hand through his hair and leaves the room. Might as well explore and see where the hell he actually is.

Finding a party going on with a large number of people dressed in a similar fashion is both unsettling and something of a relief in a way, and York makes note of people as he passes them, finding his way to one of the tables.

Good vantage point, food and drink. Might as well at least learn what he can while he's here. So anyone who approaches at least gets a smile.