A Bastard Finds a Family

The lone bugbear wandered through those strange woods of The Fey for what felt like weeks. Wounds infected, delirious from fever, he tripped and stumbled over roots and rocks until he fell for what he thought would be the last time. The edges of his vision began to fade and darkness took him...

Suddenly he awoke with a gasp in a grove of perfectly manicured apple trees. A pale man in green loomed over him, and stared at him until he felt crushed beneath the weight of the man's gaze.

"Do you speak the common tongue, bugbear?"

"Small amounts."

"Do you have a name?"

"I had not yet earned a name. We only earn our names and standing within the tribe after our first successful... What is this place?"

"This place is my home. It's no small task that you ended up here, in the liminal space between here and there. It doesn't reveal itself to those looking for it."

"I was not looking for it"

"Yet you found it anyway. That means you needed it, and what I have to share."

Wizard #4789 offered the bugbear an apple, unlike anything he had ever seen. It smelled like honey.

"Please eat. I tended to your wounds, but these apples I grow have restorative properties. You should feel like yourself after eating one. I can escort you to the edge of the wood once you have recovered."

The apple was impossibly juicy, and with each bite he felt more like himself, perhaps even better than he knew he could feel.

"My tribe is gone, and I have no family to speak of. I have nowhere to go."

"Can you fight?"

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