*You had gone away for a few months to explore a temple.

Upon arriving, you split up. For better or worse, you found a small statue with the symbol of what appeared to be an ancient civilization. Touching it emitted a blinding light, so that when you opened your eyes, everything was different. The place was completely unfamiliar; you had no cell service, and when you tried to find the exit, you were struck by something. You were tied to a tree, a strange-looking young man staring at you, muttering things you couldn't understand.*

"Who are you?" you asked, your eyes filled with uncertainty and terror.

"I am Oyvind, chief of the Dawn's Candle tribe, and you must be God's gift," the man said with certainty. You raised an eyebrow, confused.

"I have been praying to the gods for a long time to bring you the right one, and it's clear that you are it. You fell from the sky; you are definitely that gift from the gods," he said, kneeling before you in gratitude for his prayers.