Study your clothes and equipment
You feel a backpack on your back. You take it off and look into it.
Inside you see a large, silverish bow and matching arrows. In
addition, there is a poem. The poem says:
"Sweet surrender of the night,
Friendship overcoming plight,
My best friend, I come to thee
I'll meet you there beside the sea."
A pang of familiar worry comes over you. "I wrote this..."
you mutter aloud, not understanding how you knew.
You put everything back in the pack and slowly climb to your feet.
Your stomach growls with hunger, and you realize you should eat
something.
"Perhaps I should go get on the road..." you
mutter.
You look down at your clothes. You're wearing loose, purple courderoy
pants and a cotton tank of the same color. Your skin is a pale peach
color, and painfully visible brown hair sparsely coats your forearm.
