Take Their Hand
You take the offered hand, and the creature’s other hand comes to rest on top of yours, patting it gently. “There, there, see? You are alright now. Karntin will take care of you.”
 Surprisingly, you do feel reassured by this. They rock back and forth on their heels. “What is your name?”
 You answer, and ask where you are.
 “The House.” Karntin nods. “The House is safe. Hungry?” They begin to pull you up out of bed. “Dinner is not ready, but we can find food in the hearth. Come with me.”
 Karntin leads you from the room and down the hallway, past a dark wooden door and down a spiral staircase. They push open an unlatched metal grate and lead you down a few levels into some sort of main hall. You follow Karntin, who still holds your hand, into a kitchen area. They let go of you to clamber up onto a counter, and rifles through a box before sitting down and offering you a piece of bread.
 You accept and pull out a stool. Karntin tells you that everyone else is excited to meet you later tonight, and while Karntin asks you question after question about your life “outside”, you’re unsure what’s going on, but glad to at least have a friend for it.
 End.
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