You come to on your back. You're on the island for sure, but you don't know what's going on. There's a terrible pain in your head. Looking up, you see some sort of wooden trap and a dark woman standing over you in skimpy leather clothing. What?
The woman smiles down at you. An Outsider, huh? It's been a long time since one of you came this way. That trap is made for boar, you know? I didn't think even Outsiders would walk right into it. She stabs her spear into the ground and reaches into what is essentially a bra made of pelts. She pulls out some kind of plant. Chew this. It's a painkiller.