you wake up in a place you’ve never seen before: a dark dungeon. you can see faint markings on the walls, that looks to be carved out images of fish and tentacles. The floor is wet, and when you start getting up, you notice the 5 people with you. A half-elven man with black hair walks over and asks if you’re okay. It’s a strange group, probably outcasts themselves.

Cedric: “there you are. we almost thought that slime got you. Speaking of which, uh, who are you?”