Now he has three choices. One was going north, following the muddy path. Two were going south. Also following the muddy path. …he tempted to do the third; staying put. Waiting for someone to come by. To save him. Then again that his sore feet talking, and it seemed the thing don’t really care if he’s hours away from dying. Follow the misadventure of Euca, a young man who wants nothing but an afternoon of cheese plate and tea. Also going home if that annoying blue screen will let him. Magic? Who cares about that.