Neyal Heren, a man in his mid twenties, was caught unawares while travelling through a dark forest by some delinquent kobolds. They left him in a damp clearing for dead, not even taking what little he had on him. A bright light would wake him a few days later, and rather than waking to the Flux, he instead found himself in a vacant cottage, a wax-sealed letter sitting on the bedside table addressed to his name in full.