You aimlessly wander through Aclanti, unsure if you are going in circles. There's the faint dripping of a creek in the distance and leaves rustle in the trees. Its late fall and it had nearly frozen over last night. Winter was only a few weeks away. Blood dripping from your side, a bear had stumbled upon you and, frightened, scratched you before bounding off. A twig snapped close by and you whirled around. Everything went black and you awoke in a cold tent with Lunari leaning over you.
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