Just an average day.

That's what you said to yourself this morning. By all rights, it seemed true. Good weather, fully-grown crops, and a good haul from the fishing pond. Deciding to end the day with some good old-fashioned lumberjacking.

However, out and about, minding your own business, felling oak after oak, you're ambushed by the sight of the ancient portal powered ON for a change.

'Strange.' You think. That guy who came through years ago shut it for good. What was his name again? Sean? Whatever. It's upon seeing a group of four, looking like fish out of water, that you decide to check it out.

You walk over to this group, all wearing clothes you aren't used to, but that's par for the course. The kid in the red jacket spots you first, pointing you out, prompting the rest to turn and look. It's the man in the pink jacket that takes initiative and approaches slightly.

"Hola, amigo. We're but travelers looking for a quest." He says, bowing.