Elaranna finds herself sitting in a patch of grass, leaning her back against the tree, and her eyes close. It is not hard for her to find sleep. However...just as it was easy for her to find sleep, it's also easy for other creatures to find her. The hours pass as she sleeps, and she never notices how the air around her grows cold...

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Meanwhile, it's another normal day in a distant town or village for Ander the Feyblessed. After a busy, busy day, night has fallen, and he was about to find sleep for himself. However, the sound of jingling bells and laughter catches his attention. He sits up and he sees his patron, The Prince of Fools, floating in the air as though he was simply sitting in a chair. He laughs "What fun! What fun! What a show!" His face, as usual, is hidden behind a grinning mask. He looks to Ander and speaks again, laughing the entire time, "Wicked witches, awakened animals with the ability to bend chaos to their will, how fun, how fun! You truly are missing out little Ander!" 

The mask then warps to a frowning face and he continues, his voice now somber, "Oh...but while this foolishness is entertaining, it won't last very long if this fool is left alone for any longer..." 

The mask then warps back to a smiling, laughing face, as the Prince of Fools looks directly at Ander, and he speaks to him, "Why don't we join in on the fun, little Ander? Your task now is to find the fool and make sure this game continues! Help that fool complete the Trial of the Monkey!" He laughs to himself before he realizes something,

"Oh, that's right. You are very far from the jungles of Tumunzah...That certainly is a problem," He then shrugs and he states, "Oh well. I am a benevolent benefactor. I'll save you the trouble of transportation," 

He then snaps his fingers, and Ander would quickly find himself elsewhere with all of his equipment and belongings with him. He was no longer in a tavern room. Instead, he is in the jungle. He was pretty sure that forests had surrounded the town he was in, not jungles, and it wasn't this humid before! 

The last he hears of his patron is the laughing voice echoing through the air, "Good luck, my little warlock! Don't let the wights bite!" His presence fades along with his laughter.

After a moment of quiet, Ander notices that the air grows colder and colder. He instinctively looks to the side and sees it. An undead being is walking towards something. And it doesn't seem to notice him yet.