'Why, that's the name of the prophesied Saviour of our people! The mischevious white-hart elves have stolen our supply of locally-grown crisp golden crisps. You are the one of Ancient Times who can retrieve our stock of delicious snacks and allow us to live once again without fear.
You agree to help the village in its plight. There are two paths out of the village.
Do you?
Take the eastern path.
Head down the west route.