> You are woken gently by glimmering sun beams.
> You make your way towards the exit. As you move to cross the threshhold, your boot is resisted by some force.
"A fool's errand, an errand for a fool, a foolishly errant exercise..."
An emotionless, grinning mask stares back at you from the inner hall. You try shoving your hand through the entryway, to force any limb of your body past it- but it's no use. The jester takes a jingling step towards you.
"I would pick a room and get comfortable, my naive acquintance..."
"It seems you'll be staying with us awhile."