| You are in a forested,
hilly area. Among the woods you see a waft of smoke. As you
walk toward it, you almost trip over a large steel pipe. I say almost,
because it's actually pretty difficult to trip over something that's eighteen
feet in diameter.
Up on the hill, among the trees, is a large manorial estate. A gnome is sitting on the front porch, reading a book, Harry Potter and the Principles of Real Estate Foreclosure. He's humming to himself, and making a big show out of pretending you're not there. You head west, toward the visitor center again. You head southwest, into a forest vale. You head south, toward a lake. |