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The forest air is a heavy blanket, saturated with the scent of wet soil and something metallic. Flickering torchlight dances over rough stone, stretching shadows into elongated shapes. Consciousness returns with a dull ache behind your eyes. You find yourself on a pallet of coarse furs. A tall, hooded figure sits motionless a few paces away, his back to you, six-fingered hands resting lightly on the shaft of a spear planted beside him. He does not turn. "You've awakened," he states, his voice a low, resonant murmur in the quiet space. "Tell me, you, do you understand where you are?"