You step through the massive, wrought iron gate. A cheery looking guard waves at you from the top tower. You are at the top of a hill, looking over the cozy Redsville. The hustle and bustle of a town at lunchtime overtakes you and you decide to take a stroll.
All around you shopkeepers sweep the sidewalks, old women stroll around in groups with thier groceries, and young boys and girls frolic in the cobbled, brick streets.
The smell of fresh bread caresses your nose, emanating from a bakery nearby. With so much time on your hands, where will you go next?
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