The Misadventure of the Holy Grail

You are wandering in a shadowy, ever-changing landscape where everything seems to be made of fog. You try to remember who you are, but half-memories are all that come into your mind. You look down and see a sword in your hand. Hmmm. You could hurt your-self with that thing.

The fog seems to thin out to your right, so you walk slowly in that direction...