"Get up, young fool! Who dares to come here without rope clothes!
You shall die! He whistles three times. Four people like him raise
rope-clubs, ready to strike.
"One... Two.... Three... Four! Strink this fool dead!"
You open the strange door and walk in. You look around at your
surroundings. Everything for miles seems to be made of horse-shoes,
not including mud and ropes. You are on the horse-shoe road of a
village. A sweating, muddy human having clothes made out of ropes
comes up and points a rope- club (a piece of rope with a horse-shoe at
the end) at your head.