The wind and rain lash at your clothing, pulling the hood of your cloak from your head. The sky is dark and foreboding, the skyline lighting up occasionally with flashes of lightning. You were on route home to your village when you managed to lose your way: all the trees began to look the same and the dark shapes of the forest frightened you so.

Just as you were about to give up and find refuge under a tree for the night, the shrubbery parts to reveal a castle stretching high into the sky, the dark spires piercing the swirling clouds. You immediately rush up the steps, to find the large entrance open. The hall you walk hesitantly down is carpeted in red, and the place looks as if it is deserted, until suddenly a soft voice startles you. A figure is hidden behind one of the immense pillars that line the hallway:

"I have not seen you before"