Reasoning that you could cut to the right or left at any time if it suited you, and simply curious as to what awaited farther down the path, you start walking, footpaws stamping the dust. As you walk on this way, you try to remember which direction from Redwall the old St. Ninian's church was located; you seem to recall it being in the opposite direction. Oh well.
Travelling down a surprisingly well-maintained road, you should be able to travel quickly. You might eventually reach the Great Plateau, then the desert, the South Steppes and wastelands, and finally; Southsward, for all you know!
The knowledge that the universe of Redwall is yours to explore dredges up burgeoning euphoria in you; the fact that there seems to be little real danger in this world not doing anything to stifle it. You feel flushed with a sense of opportunity, and unconsciously increase your pace, wondering how to take advantage of this peculiar situation. The Redwallers had been attacked countless times before by vermin, including many rats. They had every right save what their reputation suggested to be leery of keeping them around. Perhaps when others saw you meant them no harm, they might be a bit more accepting. There were certainly many friendly enough tribes and groups spread throughout the Redwall world. Maybe you could join one?
Your happy feeling remains as you cross another bend in the path, and walk bang into-
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