Elf, Dwarf, or Human?
You awaken one day in a field of grass. You stretch out and yawn. As you sit up, you pull your arms back in and look around. The sun is shining brightly through the tree leaves and it's quiet around you. The century is 1300 and you can't help but take in the fresh, clean air.
But wait... who are you, dear girl?
But wait... who are you, dear girl?