He pulled a blade when you pulled a gun. He gave his up when you asked, and only pulled another when you struck an offensive pose. He was defending himself, not trying to start a fight. And he has blades when you have a firearm which makes you really wonder about the place you find yourself in. You look around for the first time, taking a ten on perception.

The road is dirt and filled with hoof prints. The ruts were made by tires without rubber tread. You pull out your cell phone and look at the screen, but there is no reception here and you have a feeling once it dies there's no recharging it. You are lost, and now very confused.

"I'm sorry," you call out to the man still riding away. "You're right, I am lost. Where am I?" He pulls his horse to a stop and turns to face you. He doesn't look happy, and the hood stays up.

"Hell," the man answers. It's not a curse but a blunt answer. "And you'll find it near impossible to leave. Imagine Australia with trolls, ogres, elves, and goblins; everything wants you dead." That isn't an answer you expected.

"Dragons?" You ask. He nods. "Magic?" He laughs. "Plenty of magic, not that you can use it. But they'll try on you and that's how they'll know you don't belong. Then it's..." He draws his finger across his throat. "That way is Faerondael, an elven city," he says pointing behind him and then to the direction he's heading. "And this way is Canterstross, a mostly human city. You'd do best to avoid both until you get used to things here. And beware the forest, it full of hungry things." After those words of wisdom, he spurs his horse on.

"Wait!" you call after, you still have a lot more questions but he kicks his horse faster and moves on. Maybe you shouldn't have thrown such a nice sword in the dirt. Or pulled the gun to start with. You're alone on the dirt road once again, so where do you go?


Into the forest.

You've always wanted to see elves.

To the human-ish city!