In the middle of the forest, on your walk, your moment of peace is rudely interrupted by a flash of purple lightning right in front of you. After the initial shock, you find a figure in full medieval-looking plate armour with a greatsword laid out on the ground. He quickly bolts upright and holds his sword out defensively in front of him. “Wh-where am I? Where are my comrades? My horse? My enemies?” his breathing is heavy under the silver-coloured helmet.