A sudden pain sears through your head and you realize that you have a horrible headache. You try to stand up. Twice, you fall and hit the hard stone floor. You are finally able to rise, but you feel weak. You look around for a door or a window, but there is nothing. Only the pile of straw and the table. Then how did you get here in the first place? You think back, or, at least, try to. You can't remember... Anything. When you try to shed light on the past, all you feel is an endless darkness, cold and empty. 

On the wooden table, there is a book and a small mirror. With weak, shaking hands, you lift the mirror and look at yourself. You are wearing a simple, worn out tunic with a piece of string for a belt. You don't know why or how, but there is some understanding in your mind that you do not own this tunic. This just arises more questions than answers, however. 

You reach for the book, which has no words on the cover. The cover is purple with a gold crest. You open it and read the first page:

Ravens surround it in empty wind

It brings who is inside to despair

Welcome to Stoneglass Tower

Where sorrow will fill all the air.

Stoneglass Tower, you think, and you come to the realization that you are a prisoner. A shiver runs down your spine, and you turn the page. 

This page has a drawing of a long window and a bookmark with a key hanging from the end of it. Suddenly knowing exactly what to do, you lift the bookmark and press it into one of the stones on the wall. The drawing fades from the book and the window appears on the wall. You smile, but the smile fades away as you look out and see endless fog. You are impossibly high, and there is no way down. All you see are mountains in the distance and raves flying past the window. 

A raven lands on the windowsill, and, amazingly, speaks. "Ah, you are awake."

You jump back, shocked. What would you like to say?