The world around you swam into focus. From wherever you’d been before— you certainly weren’t there now. Thieving, a royal court, kidnapped, drinking a tavern or whatnot, everything had spun and twisted, leading you to where you are now.

A forest.

Dark and deadly. The sunset bled colours of red and orange into the sky, and soon the birds would cease their song. Yet in the distance, there lay the light of a village and the faraway hums and yells of drunkards in a tavern.

A place to start.