The road before you is deeply rutted, with banks upon either side. Centaries of use have carved the road into the very land. As you walk along the muddy dirt road, you see many tracks. Waggon, foot prints, hooves and large paw prints of every kind mark the slippery mud. Out of the mist and darkness, of the over hanging tree's a battered old sign appears. Painted in red on a back drop of faded blue the words...Odd Fellows 2 miles....