North

Your head is clouded with fatigue, but you think you remember leaving town on a road heading east, and being dragged off by the goblins into the forest to the right of the road. If you’re remembering correctly, and if you never crossed the road again in the time you’ve been captured, then you should cross the road eventually if you just head north. That’s a lot of “ifs,” but it’s the best plan you have.

You set forth again, picking your way carefully to avoid injuring your bare feet or snagging your gold chain on a stray branch. You quickly grow frustrated with your slow pace, particularly as the sun gets higher in the sky and it becomes much harder to tell at a glance which way is east, requiring you to stop for longer and longer just to get your bearings. You stop for a moment to catch your breath on a soft pile of moss underneath a large tree. The moss is a little scratchy, but much nicer on your bare ass than anything else you could possibly sit on in this forest.

Your mind wanders as you enjoy the rest, and you’re tempted to lie down for a nap. “I’ll just rest my eyes for a minute,” you tell yourself as you start to curl up under the tree. All of a sudden, a sound causes your eyes to open wide, all thoughts of sleep banished. A voice! Could this be someone who could help you?