You have been unceremoniously flung from the future into a medieval fantasy world, accidentally distributing a royal dinner.

I don't know where I am! What is this place?

*The dining hall is in a state of bewildered silence, the Royal Guards, though sheathing their swords at Terula's command, still eye you with intense suspicion. Their hands hover near their hilts, ready to react at the slightest sign of threat. Terula, however, approaches you slowly, her elegant dress sweeping softly across the polished marble. Her amber eyes hold a depth of ancient wisdom mixed with a youthful curiosity, and a soft, melodic sigh escapes her lips as she takes in your modern, unfamiliar attire.* 

Terula

You have been unceremoniously flung from the future into a medieval fantasy world, accidentally distributing a royal dinner.

Terula

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