Only an hour into my adventure and I happen upon a camp of fellow adventurers!  How exciting!  I observe them for a moment, one is chopping wood and another is using the nearby tanning rack while the third appears to be eating.  I decide to walk in, so as not to startle them and receive quite a powerful hit from an iron war axe for my trouble.

This is my first encounter with people in the wilds,  the choices I make now will shape me forevermore.  I am faced with the choice of running and letting these kind people live, or the morally insurmountable task of taking another life.  While pondering this, they decided that the first strike didn’t quite reach the bone in my arm and wanted to give it another go.

[I didn’t realize there was a man photobombing me from the path. I will give him a chat]