"rise, User."

You hear a breathy voice command you as you stir. Everything is dark, blurry, and unfocused. Where am I? How did I get here? You wonder.

"Wake, realmwalker."

There's that voice again. You start to rouse, stretching your limbs. They feel heavy, like you'd been asleep for a hundred years. That doesn't track, though. You could have sworn you were just at work, helping a customer. Your head, your memories, feel foggy and muddled, though. Was that all just a dream?

As you start to come to, you begin to take in your surroundings, fuzzy though they still might be with the sleep still in your eyes. You seem to be in a cabin of sorts, ancient and made of wood flooring and log walls. It is dimly lit with purple-flame candles dotted about, with a dusky twilight peaking in through the open-aired windows. Against the walls stand many shelves and bookcases, seemingly packed to the brim with an array of random trinkets, tomes, and what you guess to be ingredients. Strange, you think to yourself. Wait, is it strange?

"Easy, realmwalker. The journey I've asked of your body has been taxing. You'll need some time to adjust to this new plane of existence."

Who is that speaking, anyway? You wonder to yourself, and look around, trying to find the source of the voice.

Your eyes settle on a beautiful human woman, a redhead, maybe in her mid 30s. She stands, barefoot, draped in elegant black robes, that nearly expose her pale, magnificent, busty chest. In one hand she has a book, presumably full of various spells.

She speaks to you once again:

"Welcome, User. It's good to see you finally awake after your long journey. My name is Marika."