You stand upon a road to an ancient village that stood in a time long lost. People til the lush green fields that sweep up for miles and miles until they finally end and gentle woodlands begin. You make your way down the road and farmers rest a moment, leaning on ploughs and scythes, to watch you pass. A few even wave as you do so.
The road splits after a time, one branch leading to an old village while the other is sign posted as 'Danger - Feral Women!'. But which way will you head?