You reach out and take the sword, shivering slightly at the feel of the ice-cold metal. It almost seems to burn your hand for a moment before the feeling fades away as a sheath appears around your waist, the sword suddenly breaking apart in your hand then reforming in the sheath. The tome you pick up with one hand, skimming through its contents once more, the words shifting and transforming before your eyes, although they briefly stabilize a few times long enough for you to read a few words about brandy and waterwheels. The pen you pick up and a note pops out of a hidden slot: "Click me!"
Doing so, you see a drop of ink fall from the tip, and another slip of paper appears from a different hidden slot. "Recording now." Then between one step and the next, you are falling through some sort of void of flickering colors. You see things…an enormous serpent, a carved standing stone, a purple archway. Suddenly you hit the ground and hit it hard, hard enough you see stars for a moment as you lie on your back, dazed and confused. After a few minutes, you manage to clamber up to your feet and look around.
You are in a field of boulders of rounded boulders of varying sizes, scattered about like some giant dropped a handful of pebbles upon the ground. Three sides of this field are surrounded by thick, dense forest, the trees close together and the spaces in between filled with thickets of brambles and thorns. A crow is staring at you from one branch, before taking wing.
On the fourth side, there is a stream tumbling down the slope, winding around some boulders as it goes. On the other side is a field that leads downwards, and you can see a wide valley spreading out before you, dotted with a few stands of trees.
You also see three figures, wrapped in rough, furry cloaks emerge from the forest, each one hunching over and holding a long spear tipped with a brown metal.