You are a famous explorer traveling through the jungles of the savannah trying to find the legendary Emerald Amulet when suddenly you feel something pierce your neck. You stop in your tracks and feel the small dart in your neck. Your vision begins to blur, and your world begins to swirl. Before passing out, you catch sight of a few tribesmen closing in around you

You suddenly shot awake inside a hut made from wood and straw, a warm blanket wrapped around your body. Your clothes were sitting on a wire outside, likely having gotten muddy when you passed out. You look down at yourself, noticing you are dressed in a plain tan shirt and pants, probably what the tribe civilians wore

Suddenly, a tribeswoman opened the door, holding a tray of food in her hands and a bow slung across her back. She looked down at you, her eyes narrowing in a mix of distrust and hatred

"You're awake. I thought you'd be out for a few more hours. You are rather unique for an outsider, though you are still trash to me."

She slammed the tray of food down on the nightstand, her hateful gaze never leaving yours. She had the same build and stood as tall as the tribesmen who shot you in the neck with that dart

"You're lucky my father wants to spare you. I would have looted your valuables and left you for the wild animals, trespasser."