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.
