You emerge from the woods into the broad daylight. Though calling it daylight is being generous. The entire landscape is cast in a pallor, overcast skies looking disapprovingly from above. You are in a valley, skirted on all sides by trees. The road leads west into the trees on the other side of the valley. About a mile south of your location is a river flowing as clear as a blue winter sky through the length of the valley until it is lost in the trees that surround the entire space. In the dimming light you see signs of life, smoke, lights, etc. originating from a village about a mile down the road.