You are in a quiet corner of the meadow, well-shaded by two large cypress trees. Though empty now, it seems a likely spot for young couples to exchange professions of love, undisturbed by friends or irate parents. Having no time for such adolescent frivolities, you quickly scan the countryside and note that from this vantage point, you can look over the entire village of Clover. There is a small lightly worn path leading to the south.