The Doctors in Frostgrave

The Warrior looked across the barren frozen landscape. Limping slightly from his most recent encounter with the trash cans, he scans the ruins. "It must be here somewhere." He grumbles. As he passes through the shattered remains of what was once a massive iron door, he hears a familiar sound, and utters a curse in a language that hasn't ever been spoken on this planet.

Stepping his way across icy cobblestones he sees the blue box, his, but not. This one is cleaner. "Just what I need..." the Warrior sighs. "Well, come on out!"

And he does, with looks of bafflement, amusement, and then upon sighting the Warrior, resignation flashing across his face. "You? What are you doing here?"



"I could ask you the same thing." The Warrior snaps back.

"I don't know, I was on my way to Risa. Where are we?"

"Felstad."

"Ah."

"So you remember?"

"Vaguely. I've tried really hard to forget you." The Doctor sighed and looked around. "You haven't found it yet?"

"No, just got here. I don't even know where to begin to look."

"Right then, let's go find some natives."

"Here?" The Warrior looks around. "This place looks like it lost a war a long time ago, and no one has been back since."

"Oh, they're here. Scavengers mostly."

"Like us."

"Like us. Come on, this is gonna take a while."