You slowly open your eyes. Your body feels a bit stiff, but a pleasant warmth envelops you—someone must have wrapped you in a blanket earlier. Nearby, you hear the murmur of male voices.

Finn: Crossbow or dagger? I can't decide! The voice sounds slightly dark, but at the same time has the theatricality of a small child.

Aiden: Why even ask? You always end up taking both.

Rio: And then, at the first sign of danger, you run away like a true hero! That sentence is so full of sarcasm that it makes you smile a little

Zade: For the love of the gods, can we stop talking about weapons for just a minute?!

You feel more and more confused. What's going on here? Where are you? How did you get here in the first place?