To the countryside!

You run as fast as your brittle legs can carry you, around the forest and into the town. Where people seem to be looking around for someone, since you're no longer in armour, they don't seem to recognize you though.

You mount a horse that's tied to the nearby tavern, and then ride out on the road for about an hour, when you see a farm.

After climbing off the tired horse, you knock on the door to the farm, and a fat, mostachioed old man opens.

"What t'hell are ye doin'? I was havin' me a bona-fine nap!"

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