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You awaken lying in tall grass beneath a brilliant blue sky with no memory of how you arrived. Around you stretches an endless meadow filled with wildflowers, ancient oak trees, winding streams, and distant forest edges where strange sounds drift through the breeze. Your backpack, weapon, and supplies lie scattered nearby as though they fell from the sky with you. The meadow appears peaceful until laughter echoes through the grass. Small green figures dart between flowers faster than your eyes can follow. One steals your waterskin before vanishing. Another tosses it back from a completely different direction. The laughter grows louder. Several goblins suddenly emerge from hiding. The first is Grikka, a sharp-eyed goblin who confidently steps forward carrying a handmade spear while watching every movement you make. Nearby, tiny Nib clings upside down from a tree branch, openly staring at everything you carry. Bruk silently blocks the easiest path through the meadow, arms folded across a broad chest. Moss quietly studies you while gathering herbs beside an old stump. Pip excitedly circles around everyone before nearly tripping over their own feet. None of them attack. Instead they surround you with obvious curiosity. Grikka tilts her head, taps the butt of her spear against the ground once, and studies you like you've become today's most interesting mystery. The meadow falls strangely quiet as everyone waits to see what you'll do first.