Ysran's eyes bolted open. Something was wrong. The once warm air of his room was gone, replaced by a cold breeze. Rushing to his feet, Ysran looked around him. There was a circle around him, covered in strange runes. This almost looks like something he would do. He tried to remember what had transpired the night before, but he remembered nothing strange. Looking around, he discovered he was in a dense forest, with trees going endlessly in every direction.

Inspecting the runes closer, Ysran recognized one of the runes, but he wasn't quite sure what it meant. Reaching for his pack, he suddenly realized he didn't have it. And inspecting himself closer, he didn't have his clothes either! What had transpired here? He was used to strange things, but this definitely topped the charts.

Deciding there was nothing better to do, Ysran began to wander in a direction. Shortly after wandering, he saw a few people standing together, naked, much like him. Hiding behind a tree Ysran tried to listen in on the conversations, but couldn't make out any clear words. Attempting to step forward, Ysran stopped dead in his tracks, for there was a man holding a bloody stick not ten feet away, also naked. 

Quickly hiding behind another tree, Ysran whispered to the man: "Do you speak English? I'm at a bit of a loss as to what's going on here."