North

You decide to go North, you're not sure what will be to the North, but at this point, you're fairly certain any direction is better than sitting still and doing nothing. After what you innately know to be about an hour and a half of time, you see a road and just a few minutes down that road you see the small wooden palisade wall of a decently sized village. Not quite a town, definitely not a city, but just a bit bigger than a hamlet.

As you approach the town, you suddenly realize you are in your boxers and nothing else. You sigh and take a deep breath, this is going to be awkward but you need to do it, you'll freeze to death out here at night in nothing but your underwear. So you approach the gate, two guards look at you quizzically as one raises a hand to tell you to stop.

"Stop there...Who are you and...what happened?"

"My name is Jon Brooks, and I have no idea. I woke up in the woods like this and I have no idea how I got there."

"Amnesia? Are you hurt?" Asks the second guard, both of them looking more concerned now.

Amnesia...well that would be pretty convenient, but you don't have amnesia. Well this is a moral crossroads.