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[Henry has found himself waking up on a very cold day in Luceti on the outskirts of the village. It takes him a bit to gather his bearings and to find his winter coat nearby him. Putting it on he sits there for a moment to look around. Yup, this wasn't home. Did he get here by magic? And if so, was this the Enchanted Forest?
Looking nearby he see's a journal with his name on it. Very strange. Why would a journal that he never had have his name? Someone must have brought him here.
Opening it up he begins flipping through the pages. It was looking to be some kind of guide. Maybe it had a map?
When it proves to becoming difficult to try and find a map in this journal, he begins to wander into the village, tightly holding his jacket closed. He doesn't want to even think what bad guy put him in a raggy pair of pants. But he starts to call out for anyone around.]
Hello? Anyone here? Gram-pa are you here?
Looking nearby he see's a journal with his name on it. Very strange. Why would a journal that he never had have his name? Someone must have brought him here.
Opening it up he begins flipping through the pages. It was looking to be some kind of guide. Maybe it had a map?
When it proves to becoming difficult to try and find a map in this journal, he begins to wander into the village, tightly holding his jacket closed. He doesn't want to even think what bad guy put him in a raggy pair of pants. But he starts to call out for anyone around.]
Hello? Anyone here? Gram-pa are you here?
