At intervals, a decision was required as to direction—continue straight on, or take a different path. Along the way, the traveller garnered much admiration, sustaining deep wounds in combat and aiding vulnerable strangers.
Blinded by a sorcerer’s promise of restored health, the weary traveller took a sharp right turn. The road, flanked by dense bamboo, narrowed alarmingly. Storm clouds rolled in. An eagle soared overhead, crying ‘You’ve lost your way.’