Greetings! The following is part of an interactive fiction project we’re running on Meh for April Fools Day. Feel free to join in, or, if you’re just shopping, ignore all this and scroll down to the features.
You thank the goat farmer for his kind offer. Still, your focus remains singular: to get the talisman and get it to Iirkë, so you can claim your reward. He shakes his head, but wishes you well, and you continue.
After a while, you find you’re close to the summit, probably only an hour away, and yet your shirt is soaked with sweat, and your legs ache.
What do you do?