You find yourself in what resembles to be grassy green, forest ridden plains in the middle of a chain of caves. A recognizable part of the Plains of Passage. It's dawn, the sun halfway out of the horizon and about to ride. Its golden rays shine down all the land, giving a golden glow to things like plants, the grass and the leaves on the trees.

But then... You hear the rustle of grass behind you, and someone steps in. "YOU! Who goes there?! What are you doing by yourself, alone?"