Blinding sunlight

Blinding sunlight whips you awake as you sit up on a grassy shore. Grass tickles your sensitive lower parts as you look over yourself in shock. Not only are you alive, but all your gear has been lost! Scrambling to your feet, you look around and see the forest that surrounds you. Scanning the ground, you can’t seem to find the tracks of anything that may have taken your gear.

Fuck I lost all me stuff!? What else could go-

You cut yourself off as your hands surge down to your virginal slit. Thankfully your hymen is still present as what or whoever may have taken your gear, refrained from stealing your maidenhood as well. More than a little paranoid, you decide to follow the river down stream in hopes of finding Crag Glen.

After three hours of walking, you see smoke billowing in the sky in front of you. Possibly that of a chimney or campfire? Despite your nude state, you might just be in luck for once today. You continue your approach in hopes it actually is Crag Glen.