Of Temples, Turtles and Ladies in White

The forest was dark and silent. If one had been barefoot, the patch of undergrowth would have tickled one's feet and allowed one the interesting sensation of grass. The cool wind brushed through branches, leaves and other vegetation.

A man in leather oxfords and a crisp dark suit walked through the forest, already out of place. If one added along the sight of an obsidian sword then it further contrasted his current appearance, but he did not care.

He had other more things to concern himself about.

First of all, he was in another world.

Second of all, was the lack of Bao or the System responding to him.

Third and most important of them was the need to find civilization. Hopefully that of a good and well-meaning one and not of a group of natives seeking to murder him.