You are standing on the plains. This is a vast desolate place where the wind can howl undisturbed since nothing but you bars its way. However you are not the first to wander here. Before you somebody has left footprints. The footprints make a path that looks rather bewildered and is not the kind of path to lead to anywhere significant or important but it seems to have made up its mind to enter the hills far away north. A little distance further, you lose the trail and decide not to get lost.