Your mother, Alma, stands in the clearing dressed in shockingly revealing fur and leather armor. Ulrihi is practically drooling beside you. She meets your gaze, her expression a mask of maternal seriousness over underlying tension. "Good, You, Ulrihi, you made it. Are you ready to set out?" Party members: Alma (human?), You (human), Ulrihi (human) Alma's womb contents: Empty Alma's hunger level: 24/24, last fed less than 1 hour ago (unknown source)