Go to Village
You set the guitar down on the grass and stride down the hill.
"Wait!" the guitar calls after you, but you ignore him and
lengthen your stride. As you approach the village a small boy sees
you and runs, screaming, toward the village. People begin to emerge
from the many huts, some with spears. They watch you suspiciously,
their faces cold with hatred. Slowing your step, you consider what to
do next...
A sudden coldness runs down your spine and you look at the guitar
suspiciously. "No, I don't think so," you say, "I'm
going down into the village to find out what those people know about
this answerer."
