You step into the lake and feel yourself enveloped with a substance much like water, but far too warm to come from a normal lake. A few moments of weightlessness pass and suddenly you find yourself standing (dry) on a sandy bank, looking out at the lake. You turn to find yourself confronted by a tall, sturdy man who looks about twenty years old. He has a muscular if slightly rough-looking appearance, but his smile is friendly.
"Greetings," he says, offering his hand, "I'm Clay."
You shake it and return his smile.
"Where am I?" you ask, taking your eyes from him to look around.
"Litobik," he replies, scratching an itch somewhere amongst his uncombed hair, "I run things here. You're welcome to look around." He slides a pack off his shoulder, unzips one of its many pockets, reaches in, and pulls out a map.
"Here," he says, "This will show you every area of Litobik and how to get there." |
