[b]"Unh..."[/b]

Rising from the dirt, Donny wasn't sure where he was. Or what he was doing. He looked around what seemed to be some old church. Before he even got to his feet he heard the rambling of some old man, something about "hunting monsters" and what not. By the time Donny's eyes adjusted to the darkness he saw some things at his feet. A hatchet, a knife, and a pile of rope. Looking up at the old man he seemed to just sit there. [b]"Aye, what's going on? Where am I?"[/b] He asked, but he didn't get an answer. Something told him that he'd need to figure it out himself. Surely there were others around. 

Donny strapped the weapons onto his belt. When he touched the rope, he instinctively looped a knot to turn it into a lasso. This was familiar to him. Not entirely certain why, but it felt right. He left the building and arrived in a dark town. He stepped into what he guess was the town square. He didn't see anyone around and it must have been night time. [b]"Maybe everyone is asleep?"[/b] Donny continued to walk around. He went to one of the buildings across the square, the Winter Wolf Tavern. Hopefully there was someone there to help him figure out what this town was all about.