You hear something rustling around in the deck of the Salty Stallion, and you decide to go check out what it was. As you go look, you see your buddy, Erik, stuffing his face with whatever food he can find. He finishes the last bite of the apple he took before speaking up.

Sorry. I was hungry, and this ship looked familiar to me somehow, but I don’t remember why. I think this was a good place, or else why would I trust it?

He takes a closer look at you. You’re his best friend, but it seems like he doesn’t recognize you… or any of the other party members you and him have befriended together.

You look familiar somehow. Who are you? You know who I am, right?