Morning, Monday, May 9, 1650. Weather, cool, fresh smelling; the trees and grass seem as green as they can be. There is a moderate breeze from the southeast, coming from the land. It is clear as a bell. The moon is a half moon, one day after the first quarter.
The party is on the edge of Stavanger, on a low hill where the forest towards Store Stokka, the lake, can be seen, and the sea as well, north of you. There's a road on the right that will lead west along the coast, and a familiar pathway to the south that you know will lead to the lake and ultimately, through the trees, to Mimmarudla.
What do you wish to do?