There is a commotion at the door and one of the boys brings in a small wicker chest. The old man is delighted. He opens the chest and takes out somrthing that looks like a dried fig on a leather thong. You are horrified when you realize that it is a dried human ear.
"We can speak now," says the old man. You look up quickly. You heard the old man's voice doubled, with gibberish coming from his mouth and words in your own language coming from the dried ear.
"What is this thing?" you ask.
The old man smiles and nods his head, "This is the ear of my father, Thol Bryn. He was a very powerful man, a teacher and a healer. Now we can talk. What is your name?"
Should you tell him you don't know who you are? "I'm not sure," you say. But that sounds stupid. So you add, "I don't know my name. I woke up this morning in a room with three doors and I don't remember anything before that."
The old man nods. "You are a visitor. You are welcome to stay here. I will call you Traveler."
"All right," you agree. "Traveler... What is your name?"
"I am Tal Bryn, the first son of Thol Bryn," he says. "I am the father of these people."
You wonder if he means they are all his children, but you decide it just means he is the head man in the village.
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