>>5940448The sun steadily rises on the horizon, the blue sky around it slowly turns in transparent yellow. <span class="mu-i">It's nice to be out of the forest</span> you think to yourself, gazing at the grassy plane ahead of you, mountains trembling in the far distance. You haven't met anyone on the dirt straight roads that you have been taking for the past couple hours. Pushing constantly your horse to gallop, enjoying the wind torrent in your hair, soon you reach a small creek. Your sweaty stallion neighs with excitement after the smell of fresh water enters his nostrils. There is a small village a mile away downstream.
You jump off the saddle and let him drink, weary of traitorous mud that might get his legs sunk in. To your left is a small makeshift bridge that will lead you to the other side, to your right are three children dressed in light summer garments appropriate for the region. Your horse is done drinking prematurely, making nervous head movements, you bring him under control with a gentle but firm pull on the reins. You notice that the children aren't moving around, you greet them loudly but they seem to be in some kind of stupor, glaring in the waters in front of them. There is no one else around.
>take interest in what they are looking at>take interest in the children>there is no time to waste, get back on the saddle, reach the town with the probable witch, have full instead of limited interaction with her 