A flaming outhouse suddenly appeared in the sky over the central mountains of the Isle of Dread and came crashing down to the rocks below. The small wooden closet exploded upon impact. From beneath the remaining rubble a young man, blackened with soot but otherwise unhurt, climbed out from the flaming mess. The youth dusted off his gray tunic, revealing a small path of a flame sewed on the left side. “That’s the last time I try that!”, he said.

With that, he started looking around, wondering where he was, and began walking in a random direction.