The Willow Glade -- page 1309

You find yourself in a small, dark room...

You are laying on a bed, in a sparse, ill lit room. The only light inside is from a small candle on a crude wooden table. Your head hurts, and you reach up and realize that there is a bandage wrapped around it, and blood is encrusted on your face.

You get up and survey the room. It appears to be underground--all the walls and the floor are made of dirt. There is a small cot, a crude wooden table, and a rusty old sword.

Then, the old wooden door opens...