One where you are a beast of burden.

You take a deep breath. You've been acting without considering the consequences lately, so you really need to let your superior intellect do the work rather than your inferior wisdom (or, to a lesser extent, your massive dick).

The backpack is the most portable, but you don't fancy being limited in what you can create because of your choice of transportation methods. You reject this straight away.

The barrow sounds better. Sure, you'll have to lug it around, but you'll have full alchemical functionality and a convenient place to put further loot.

The cart seems best for someone with a beast of burden, like a horse or something. Or a boar. Or a dog. Or a WOLF. Or a DRAGON THAT CAN DRAG THE CART THROUGH THE AIR IN THE MOST AWESOME WAY AND...

*Cart selected*

There was a swirl of wind and leaves and the sound of hammers appeared from nowhere as your pile of gear is surrounded by light and swirling smoke. You step back in alarm, but apparently it was just the creation process, as you are soon looking at a small cart with two poles and one end with buckles and belts used to attach something to the front.

*Skill increase*

Craft: basic is now level 2

You rub your hands together in glee. You now have a way to transport all your gear. All you need to do is hitch up your dragon and...

Dangit.

You had let your imagination go wild and select for you. You look at the buckles, and you're pretty sure you can buckle yourself in, it'll just take a while.

But where are you going to go? You could go to the 'hero' lands and see if you can get some appreciation for once, or perhaps you can try these 'quest' things you've heard about. Or you can go back to your village more powerful than before (maybe to get some goblin booty, maybe to work your way up to chief).

You never realised that being able to level would come with so many decisions.