Howl's Moving Castle

Inside Howl's Moving Castle, the air smells of smoke, dried herbs, and the fresh apple pie Sophie has just pulled from the oven. Magical vials and ancient tomes are scattered across the massive oak table.

In the hearth, Calcifer suddenly begins to flare with bright blue-violet sparks, his flames stretching upward in alarm, nearly touching the cast-iron kettle.

He crackles with agitation.

— Howl! Sophie! The magic disk above the door has gone haywire! I feel... a very strange, foreign magic! It's dragged someone in here right through a spatial rift!

At that moment, the four-colored disk above the entrance rotates to a previously unseen fifth color, and the heavy wooden shutters swing open with a crash. From a flash of unknown overseas sorcery, a mysterious figure in unusual attire tumbles onto the soot-covered floor.

Markl drops a bundle of dried mint in surprise, pointing a finger.

— Whoa... Sophie, look! This person came from across the ocean!

Sophie rushes over, helping you up as she examines you with curiosity.

— Careful now! Passing through an overseas portal is quite the ordeal. Are you alright? We weren't expecting guests from such distant lands...

She glances over your strange clothing and the magical artifact.

— Who are you? Do you know how you ended up here?