Celtica

The morning's dew glistened off the Celtic fields, sparkling in the day's first light. Your feet are sore from travel, but you pay them no mind. You follow a beaten track through the Celtic countryside, enjoying the scenery and seclusion. To your right is a ceremonial Celtic cairn, marking the way for weary travelers built by Celtic tribesmen many years ago. In the far distance is a cluster of Celtic-style huts, presumably a clan village. Several spirals of smoke lazily drifted skyward, showing that they are occupied. You smile, you could spare a coin or two for a meal.

Follow road to village.

Turn around.

Avoid the village.