It triggered immediately. He curled into a ball and started whispering about depreciation schedules.

"Welcome to Elgundor," the farmer said, handing me a single sock. "You'll need this."

And somehow — somehow — that felt exactly right. Want me to continue with Episodes 3 and beyond (e.g., meeting the Demon Lord, the butter knife's true power, or the sock's secret)?

"Excellent! Neither do we."