A poor swordsman but poor of money as well, you must enter the village not on a mighty steed but by walking in on your own two feet. It is indeed a small village composed mostly of thatched roof covered clay houses, dirt streets, and placed in the center are four stone buildings.
People don't even give you a second look as they must see a lot of differing visitor on a regular basis. This is good less you would need to bolster your weapon and lose face.
Just ahead is an old woman seated in a rope twined chair with many people grouped about her, all of them possing her questions. She must be this learned one who would tell you of what you quest!
You mix and stand in the crowd listening to her talk to others when as you come closer she stops her conversing. She raised a hand and points through the crowd directly toward you. The crowd parts leaving you out and all alone before her.
You kneel on one knee and as drawing your sword and place it on the ground before you as a sign of good faith. Looking then up at her you quickly note her facial expression is one of a harsh scowl. She seems not to be pleased by your actions, in fact if you had to guess one might think she is annoyed by your coming at all.
You pose your deep question about life it self.
The crowd backs away from you making you even more a spectical there in the middle of the square. They moan and groan making you think to grab you sword and run.
"Ye traveller seek the meaning of life, this is a great quest!" says the old woman.
"I do oh great and wise one!" you reply trying to show her the honor due of being so very wise.
She looks about the square eyeing the many faces about till her hand points at yet another.
"You there, yes you, step out of the crowd and come stand between me and the seeker." she demands of another man.
He walks out his head bowed to his chest and hands folded in reverent manner.
"Ye seek the knowledge of life, be thee as thee wish to discover this or need ye be made again to realize the knowledge for whence it comes?" asked the woman of you.
Some laughter come from the crowd, the woman's eyes search out those chuckling and makes them stop. She turs to the other man and asking him, "Be you willing to be a part in this man's quest?"
He Kneels down and in a humble manner agrees to be part in part with you in your great quest.
"Questor of the meaning of life, do ye place your body and soul in my keeping? I shall hold your very existence in the palm of my hand, there shall you either live and learn or die." wonders the woman of you and you alone must now decide.
Your mind races, one thinks of what you were once told about coming into another town. One basic rule, it is rule number one, for if you don't like what you see and hear, know it to be their town, she is above you, she rules!