Harreydin awoke from his fall, surprised that he was not dead. For in his unwary steps he had stumbled into some pit on this strange new world and the last thought which had went through his head was that he would die in this vast world of greenery and exotic plants. Instead, he realised that he had simply fallen down to a further level of this forest, with the largest tree he had ever seen in his life standing before him. Before he took another step, he checked to make sure he had not dropped any of his gear, which included his strangely new forge tools, and the weapon he had made before he was whisked away to where he was now, the scimitar Drakan. 

Glad that nothing had fallen loose, Harreydin raised his head and was surprised by a woman in robes of gold whom suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She presented him with an envelope, and despite his limited literacy, he found himself able to read it perfectly.

Harreydin,

You are here to learn how to take my place when the time comes. 
You may be upset with me now, but you will understand
Everything when the day arrives. You will become a God.

Olmec, The Forge Lord.

In both a mix of shock and awe, Harreydin was speechless and therefore said nothing as he looked back up to find the messenger to have vanished, though he noticed even further beyond where the messenger had been was a path leading up into the tree's branches. As his eyes wandered up he spied a magnificent temple atop one particularly large branch. That must be my intended destination, he thought. So, he adjusted his belt and leggings and folded the letter away in his pocket before beginning his ascent to the temple.