You slowly sit up, gazing around the room. Shelves filled with old books and vials occupy the walls and simple wax candles cast a soft light that bounces on the walls as the flame flickers. An ancient looking staff is propped against the wall near your resting place which reminds you of your necklace. You feel around your neck for it but fail to find it. “Where is it?” You ask, not expecting an answer. “It’s gone!” You panic. “What’s gone?” The man asks. “My necklace! It’s not here!” The man scratches his chin thoughtfully. “I don’t know, you didn’t have a necklace when I found you.”