A large tower stretches high into the sky. It is made of gray stone blocks, some of which have softened edges illustrating aged signs of wear. Sparse grass grows around the base of the tower, dwindling down to nothing near the dark open doorway at the tower's front. A few rays of light shine into the doorway and brighten a rough stone floor, with specks of dust being illuminated by the sun's rays.
In Front of a Stone Tower, Outside Tower
worker
a frog
I used to be a tadpole, but that changed when I grew legs and began hopping. Now I'm a frog. Ribbit!
What are you doing! Ahh!  Back, foul creature!  Ye must a minion of the witch that has entraped my fair Princess in yonder tower! Oh no. I'll help you get your Princess! Ye'll... ye'll help me, ye say?  Then yer not aligned with that foul witch? No, the foul witch scares me. She's the one that gave me this voice... She did?  Strange, I wonder why that is. She is a foul witch who is bored.  Well, yes.  I suppose there is no understand those who practice such Dark Arts.  In truth, I know not why she has spirited my love here.  Has the witch been by recently? Oh no. She hasn't been in a while.  Is our love..a frog? She is a human lass, fair and sweet, and the loveliest voice you ever did see.  She also makes a mean apple pie! I have not seen any humans here besides you. Are you... did you say she made ye speak?  Have ye always been a frog?  Think now, how far back do your memories go?