With meals in hand for trading, what is left of Starmound is for you to explore. But do not forget the dangers that lie in the skies.
Having discovered yourself ripped from your world and deposited in an unfamiliar place, you met several other folks that had found themselves in the same unfortunate situation. You are bruised and battered, but relatively functional and have a new strange mark on your left forearm. Eventually, a human named Fildor Mestarine came into the large room you had materialized into and introduced himself. As a last-resort effort to find his sister Lilac, he had summoned you here. Regrettably, he is not a mage of any kind and is relatively unfamiliar with magic. This led to an incomplete and incorrectly cast spell, resulting in your current condition of health. The only way he could even summon you was because a mysterious individual had left the page of a spellbook behind after visiting the inn Fildor ran. Fildor profusely apologized for both his inadequacy and actions. He expressed that he would greatly appreciate any and all help you were willing to give, but he was in the wrong, and if you refused to help him he completely understood. As this might be a dangerous and lengthy adventure, he encouraged you all to take some time to think about it and consider your options. He promised free food, drink, and lodging at his inn regardless of if you chose to help him or not.