You slowly open your eyes and try to comprehend where you are. You quickly realize you are lying on the ground, your hair matted with dust. Your mouth is dry, the taste of dirt lingering. Your head is throbbing. You stand up slowly, with every move you make pain shoots through your entire body. Your muscles are unbelievably sore. You take a deep breath and the smell of pine invades your nostrils. You can't remember anything, not what your doing in a grassy meadow, not where you came from, you don't even recall your name.

You are wearing a tattered green tunic, brown leather shorts, a leather belt, a pair of white tights, with brown leather gloves and boots completing your odd outfit. The only property you have on you is an ordinary dagger strapped to one of your boots. Suddenly, a small metallic blue dragon flies into your path from behind you . It is only about the size of a cat and doesn't look particularly ferocious, but dragons are infamous for their intellect and devious nature. He turns to you, "Good, you're finally awake." His voice is odd and shaky. Do you trust him?