The first thing that the traveler noticed that morning was a wet snout snuzzling the side of his face. When he opened his eyes, he was staring at a rather large bear. The traveler jumped back in alarm.
“Pardon me,” said the bear. “I didn’t mean to alarm you. I was just wondering, do you have any honey?”
It took a moment for the traveler to find his voice. “Y-y-y-y-you’re a bear,” he said. “A talking bear.”
The bear paused, as if trying to understand the reason for someone pointing out something so obvious. “Well, yes, I am, in fact,” the bear finally replied. “And I’m looking for some honey. Do you have any?”
“Uh, no, I’m afraid I don’t,” replied the traveler. “At least, I don’t think so.”
“That’s fine. Bipeds like you usually don’t have any. At least, not the ones that I can get close to. Actually, the typical response upon seeing me is ‘Aaaaaaah! Get away!”
“Because you can talk, I would imagine.”
“Because I’m a bear, actually. Not all bears are friendly, you know. But I try my best. Thank you for not running away, at least. Name’s Bronfus, by the way. What’s yours?”
The traveler opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it again. Then, a moment later, he said, “I have absolutely no idea. I’m not sure how I came to be here, for that matter. I was taking a walk in a park, then there was a bright light...I think. Where is this, exactly?”
“The land of Terridia, of course.”
“Terridia? Where on Earth is that?”
The traveler’s mind was reeling, but he somehow managed to find his way to his feet. He looked down at his attire. He was wearing standard traveling clothes that one might find on a character in a fantasy novel. He even had a walking stick and a knife under his belt. What he couldn’t find, to his dismay, were a wallet or any forms of identification.
Although the biped had captured Bronfus’ curiosity, he was still quite hungry, so he began sniffing around the trees, trying to find some honey.
“This is so strange. I don’t remember nearly anything. My mind is almost completely blank. It’s like I’m just some sort of cipher.”
“Pleased to meet you, Sy-Furr,” Bronfus said as he continued his investigation of the trees in the nearby area.
“No, that’s not my n…”
Bronfus stopped in his tracks with a suddenness that made the traveler’s voice trail off.
“Someone else is coming,” said Bronfus.
Having never used a knife for anything more serious than spreading peanut butter, the traveler put his hand to the knife under his belt, hoping that he might be able to bluff his way through whatever was about to happen next.