Terra
Terra cautiously stood up and rubbed her sore butt. Having fallen maybe a floor and a half, none of her bones seemed to be broken, but her bottom was really sore from absorbing most of the fall.
Looking around the place, it seemed to be a shop. Its shelves were stocked with vials filled with a mysterious liquid, tents, cottage kits, and other wares that she had never seen before. Behind the counter were three young ducks; one dressed in red, another in blue, and the last one in green, and all of them were none too happy.