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You wake up to a great smell. Leaned against a tree with a blanket you feel a little uncomfortable but it's not too bad. You open your eyes and see Hans preparing breakfast. Slowly you remember the events of the previous day. You snuck out of home, had a heartfelt goodbye with Helene, and rode until dawn to get some distance if anyone was going to come after you.
<span class="mu-b">"Good morning, Herr Roland!"</span>, Hans shouts over.
You get up and walk over to your squire to check on the stew that's brewing in the pot. It looks delicious, but Hans insists it will need a few more minutes. An opportunity for you to put on your armor finally. As you take your clothes off the little wooden angel falls out of your pocket, and you pick it up to inspect it again.
Just like that, you might never see home again. Friends, family, all gone in favor of the road. But you wouldn't have it any other way.
Hans continues to steer the pot as it starts to bubble:
<span class="mu-b">"So, Herr Roland, where do we go from here?"</span>, he asks curiously.
>Towards Bohemia in the North
>Towards Vienna in the East
>Towards the Alps in the South
>Towards Bavaria in the West
>Let's just follow the tips of our noses
