You find a weird-looking machine in the middle of nowhere, then someone (or, as you can say, some fox) exits the machinery.

"Phew, that was sure a rough landing... I really need to get that sorted out soon-"

The fox cuts off his sentence as he seems to notice you standing still at the scene.

"Uhm, how much did you just see of that?"

There was just a long pause after that question; you didn’t respond.

"Ahem, not that it matters! Say, you look like the adventuring type! How about you come join me, The Great Finley, on his quest through time to find some treasure? I can guarantee you that it’ll be a once-in-a-lifetime experience for you!"