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[March]

You climb down out of the back of the wagon and start walking down the path.
It's an incredibly straight path, looking forward you can see all the way to the horizon.
The trip is uneventful; the sound of trees being blown by the wind, bugs flying around...
Though you are sure the path never turned, somehow the sun is now behind you even though it's only been 3 hours since dawn.

[Superdorf]

The sun is now facing "west". Remember this, and continue travel.

[Naturegirl1999]

The sun is now facing "west". Remember this, and continue travel.

If east is opposite of pas, we don’t need a synonym

[March]

You make this new west thing, looking back "east" you see it is "pas" ward now.

Continuing traveling in the same direction; the path is ever straight, but the sun still moves off now leftwards.

You come along a small trail leading leftward off the path marked with two signs; a very large old sign '<-Over Pas dor->', and a small sign 'makdt's umbr brews'

[Superdorf]

Conclusion: west is not "pas". Perhaps "pas" means "away-from-sun", or something of the sort... but now it appears on this sign? Most curious.

Follow the side trail.

[March]

You walk down the side trail; its very much a narrow footpath and no sooner do you start down do you lose the light almost entirely.
The the path seems to be some sort of shear rightward curve, your sure you should have at least crossed over the trail or the path several times by now, but it just keeps on going unchangingly for quite a long way.

You walk off the end of the trail to a large clearing; there is some sort of single story wood building here, assorted covered boxes are thrown haphazardly around, the front door is open & above is a carved sign of a cauldron.

[Naturegirl1999]

Enter the building, maybe it’s the one from our memories

[March]

You walk into the building; hanging herbs & baskets & boxes, shelves filled with countless chromatic displays of phials & bottles & jars, and one disgusted looking witch stood behind a wooden counter staring at your gleaming white cover.

"Temple hunters have no business here." the witch spouts out to you, clearly wanting you to leave.

[Superdorf]

We can read! We understand spoken language! Wonderful!

Now then... can we speak? "What's a temple hunter?"

[Naturegirl1999]

We can read! We understand spoken language! Wonderful!

Now then... can we speak? "What's a temple hunter?"

This, plus explain why we are in white

[March]

You look at the witch and mouth words but try as you might you can't get wind into them.
Silence.
The witch sees your face and becomes wash with confusion.
"Is this some kind of joke?" pointing an upturned finger at you.

[Naturegirl1999]

find something to write with, and write about how I forgot pretty much everything, but have disjointed memories and might have been here before

[Superdorf]

Welp, that settles that. We really don't have working lungs anymore.

find something to write with, and write about how I forgot pretty much everything, but have disjointed memories and might have been here before

Do this. Also ask what a temple hunter is.

[March]

You look around for something to write on; the witch interrupts your search...
"I don't have the patience to play around with you, go back to your master and tell him to stop sending unsolicited heretical nonsense to people.", the witch crosses her arms fully expecting you to bugger off.

[Superdorf]

I'm suddenly curious: what are we wearing?