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[Peradon]

Man. Ok, see if we can find a way through the gate.

[WillowLuman]

You still see no apparent means of opening the gate, even in the daylight.

[StrawBarrel]

We should walk along the gate.

[WillowLuman]

You begin following the fence. After a few yards into the woods, it turns north, and fifteen minutes later, you find you've come back to where you've started, having traced a rough rectangle. Throughout the whole way you saw no other gates or obvious means of entry.

[AoshimaMichio]

Hunt.

[WillowLuman]

You decide you might as well do something about your hunger. Straying not too far off the road, another of the strange elk obliges, charging you. "HIYAAAAA!" Luckily, a larger, thoroughly tenderized chunk is left of the elk, rather than just red paste, and you begin eating it. Still nasty, uncooked, but more than enough to fill your belly. Looking at the road, and the sun still just barely over the horizon, you think that, if you wanted to explore that Southern fork, you'd have the whole day to do so.

[StrawBarrel]

Explore the southern fork.

[Peradon]

Explore the southern fork.

+1

[WillowLuman]

Deciding to explore South after all, you walk down the road, eating your chunk of elk meat. It's hardly your first choice of breakfast, and between the light snow and the wind blowing it on you, it's quite cold. Additionally, seeing you walking along, alone and shivering, yet another wolf makes you kick it to death. Still, you manage to reach the fork again before the morning's even halfway over, and take the South path. The clouds above darken and begin to pour rain upon you, and your thin clothes are nigh-instantly soaked. However, as the road soon emerges from the forest into a large, clear area, your face brightens - there is a village ahead!

It looks very small, only seven buildings, and as you get closer, you see it looks rather strange. The buildings have walls of what looks like some kind of stucco, roofed with... some kind of metal sheets? They're also spaced a bit far apart, with the strange black road running and splitting off between them, and some lighter-colored pathway around it. Approaching further, you see someone standing out in the street, in the pouring rain. They don't seem to have noticed you yet.

[Peradon]

"Hail, stranger! Prey, what villiage is this, and is there a tavern here where I can find shelter from this torrential storm and cold weather?"

[WillowLuman]

The stranger turns around at the sound of your voice and starts walking closer, hand raised to shield against the rain. It occurs to you that you might not speak the same tongue, but they probably need to come closer to hear you over the downpour. The person hobbles slightly in their walk. A man, it seems, unless women in this place grow mustaches. He comes a bit closer, and you notice he looks a bit pained. Rather ill, actually.

[AoshimaMichio]

Repeat question with some creative motions. Avoid being touched, it's not good if ill people touch you.

[WillowLuman]

He comes closer. He really looks quite ill: dark circles around the eyes, nay, practically sunken; pallid skin.

[Peradon]

"Stranger, are you Ill? Has a doctor seen you?"

Oh great, this turned into a zombie game...

[WillowLuman]

Note: I'm not quite making this up as I go along. For instance, the map and some other things thus far were all set from the beginning.