Long Walk

Karl walked down the road past the first few fields, nodding politely toward the farmers working in the fields.

There was an old man sitting along the roadside with a table full of fruit, and he made a wide armed welcoming gesture as he saw Karl approaching.

"Welcome traveller. You look to be a long way from home." The old man called in a strange accent that Karl struggled to understand.

"I do believe I am. I was travelling from just outside Whiton, and encountered a strange cloud. When it cleared, I was here." 

Karl hoped that the man would know Whiton Temple, which had been there with the same name since time immemorial.

"Whiton, you say? Never heard of it. But a Darklight Host Outreach Worker is a friend anywhere in the world."

That sorted it. He was either inside a trial, or he had been tossed onto another continent.