Hurrying along the path I look back and forth as I take in the scene. A small town appears just beyond the hill I climb up. This is it, the town of grekeith where a future can be forged in the molten iron of fate. Panting I whip out a bottle of green fluid, I drink it while feeling my energy rapidly returning. I walk down the steep path and, As my eyes lay apon the tavern I remember I forgot to ask around to make sure this was the place, the place where journeys begin.