* As he enters the forest, Nick finds himself following the old monkey-elf-dog
thing, completely alone.
<Nick> ..Where is everyone?
* The old thing continues walking, but mutters back, <They are undergoing their
own test.  Look to yourself, child.>
* The old thing stops, and a clearing sprouts around the pair as the trees
withdraw.
<Nick> Okay.
* Nick stops at the edge of the clearing.
* The trees withdraw from Nick, and against his will, he is standing in the
middle of the clearing.
* The thing seats itself and begins muttering again.  <You face the final test
now, child.>
<Thing> <You have faced two tests, and followed your spirit through them.  Tell
me what you have learned.>
* Nick puts his hand on his chin, musing.
<Nick> ..That I need to trust myself to do the right thing?
* The elf-dog-monkey thing does not respond.  He seems to be waiting for
something more.
<Nick> Um..
<Nick> Gotta take big risks to get where you want? I dunno.
* The thing looks somehow... satisfied.  <Now... the final test, child.  Who are
you?>
<Nick> I'm..
<Nick> ..the person who takes risks, not caring about discovery or
consequences..
<Nick> ..and really lucky, I suppose.
* The old man opens his mouth, and rather than muttering, a single concept
emerges.  It's not quite a word, and not quite a phrase.  It is daring and luck
and skill and the joy of speed all rolled into one.
* The old man's mouth closes, and he returns to muttering.  <Thus I name you,
child.  I name you luck and skill and daring and freedom, and I name you elf.>
* Nick blinks, obviously confused.
* The old man stands once more, and gazes at his new tribemember.  <Your
truename, child.  It describes everything that you are, and everything that you
ever can be, if you work to realize your potential.  Guard it well, for one who
knows your truename has great power over you.>
<Nick> ..Oh. Okay.
<Thing> <I charge you, child, to go forth and become the hero that you have the
potential to be.
* Nick nods solemnly.
* The world goes black.