You take a single stone that happens to fit snug in your hand, aim, and throw the rock at the reddish arm in the muck. The stone hits the back of the thing’s hand making it release the woman’s dress and return back into the mud and leaves.
The lady in the pink dress looks relieved; the thugs and the figure in the blue robe look alarmed and start looking for who threw the rock. It will not be long before they find you.
What will you do? Running away isn’t an option. You see three options……
**This is where trails are mixed and paths are weaved, Now is the place where a Choice is conceived. **