Right

Tripping over your feet you fall off the path into the underbrush. The rather large root that just seemed to appear makes you think the forest doesn't care for your chosen path.

You think about heading back when something catches your eye slightly poking out of a bush. Wading into the foliage you find a purple coat and a brown hat. They are old and tattered, but as you go through the coat pockets you find a single piece of paper:

"You get nothing! You lose! Good day, sir!"

You grumble and crush the piece of paper as you head back to the path to retrace your steps.