You follow the huffing and puffing old man in his tattered robes up the spiral staircase to a large room at the top of the tower. Shelves, cupboards and cabinets line the walls, all filled with bottles, jars, weapons, armour and all manner of strange artefacts. Yaztromo shuffles past the general clutter and slumps down in an old oak chair. He reaches into his top pocket and pulls out a fragile pair of gold-rimmed spectacles. Placing these on his nose, he picks up a piece of slate and chalk from a table next to his chair and begins to write frantically. Then he hands you the slate.

As you draw your sword, Yaztromo turns around and casually advises you not to be foolish as his magic is great.

Outside in the bright light you notice the dead quietness again. A narrow path leads northwards from the tall grass surrounding Yaztromo's tower into the dense undergrowth of Darkwood Forest. In a few strides you are surrounded by the dark and tangled forest; stones and knotted roots seem to hide in the shadows and you can almost believe that they are trying to trip you up. The light fades quickly and the air becomes moist and unpleasant. Deeper and deeper you go, into the gloom. Eventually the path forks on either side of a huge old tree.

The narrow path continues to cut its way through the tangled forest. Strange animal cries and noises echo through the tress. At last the path widens to approximately a metre across. Soon you arrive at a moss-covered wooden signpost, on top of which sits a large crow. The arms of the signpost read 'North' and 'East'. Just as you are deciding which way to continue, you hear the words 'Good afternoon.'. You look up in the direction of the voice and see the crow looking down at you inquisitively. 'Good afternoon..' you reply slowly, feeling a little foolish. The crow speaks again, asking which way you are heading. You reply that you are looking for two goblins, small, sinewy creatures with brown, scaly skin. '1 Gold Piece will buy my advice,' states the crow confidently.

You charge at Yaztromo but only reach the stair when he lifts his right arm and nonchalantly mumbles a few words. Time seems to stand still amid bright flashes, and your body feels like a bubbling liquid inside. When the turmoil subsides, you know something terrible has happened. The stone stair feels colds on your body and you realise the problems of a life as a frog! Yaztromo bends down and picks you up saying with a booming voice: