Your journey takes you north, to the cottage of Calderaan. As you step up to lift the heavy iron knocker, the door opens of it's own will. You motioned in by the gentle old gnome, while he goes on to finish a story for the nieghbor's children.
"And as their lips met, the enormous explosion of their love, which had until this day been unexpressed, was unleashed in a burst of orgasmic laughter, leaving all other expressions of love dimly inadequate in the blinding glare of their collective experience.
"And as the sun shined brilliantly on the verge of sunset, the two, her gown flowing in the breeze, his profile shockingly gentle against the redness of the dying sun, sat on the cliff's edge, planning thier future in the dawn of a new age."
"Well hello. I'm sorry, you've just missed an excellent story," he says to you when the story is finished.
"The children ceratinly seemed to enjoy it," you find yourself saying back.
"I am called Calderaan. If there is anything you require, Feel free to ask. I give excellant advice."
The old man's eyes seem to tell you that you are welcome to stay here as long as you like, and that you are welcome to return at any time. You think perhaps you might return for a story or two.
You go over to the man and shake his hand, thanking him for his hospitality, and as you do, you are transported outside, to the fork in the road to continue your journey.