Sam steadied himself as the werewolf charged forward, swinging the massive sword in an arc just as the monster leapt, and cleanly severed its head. A bit gruesome, but he was safe enough for now. Shaking off the experience, he continued on. Still not fully sure if that werewolf was really dead, or was able to put its head back on or some other ridiculous nonsense.
Quite some time later, the trees thinned out, and he saw some manner of rustic fantasy village stretched before him. Rushing forth he started flagging down every person he could see, asking where he was, and confirming the suspicion he'd had from the magical teleportation and the werewolf that he was no longer in the world he'd grown up in. Sighing, he resigned himself to being here a while. It also soon dawned on him that he'd eventually need food, water, and a place to sleep, and he couldn't exactly pay in credit. Most of his cash was just as useless, although his pocket change still seemed to have a little value.
Still, he'd need to work out some way to get by here, and a way to get home, and that meant a whole lot of asking around.