The worst thing you have to fear are the piles of sheep droppings that litter the ground and you make it across the pasture with ease. Another stone fence marks the far edge of the property and you jump over it, more gracefully this time. You're feeling good, confident, and sure of yourself. There is a road that runs along this side of the fence. Looking left you see a cluster of small buildings. To the right you see smoke trails, either something burning or there's a larger town in that direction.

Which direction would you like to go?

I'll head to certainty of civilization.

A couple of buildings isn't civilization, I'll go right.