text: "You're... you're a Hunter, right? You must be."
  
  
  "Unfortunately, no. You're out alone in these woods tonight. Well, I best be off. Good luck dealing with my boy tonight, Willy. Best of luck."
  
  
  "Wait!" you growl, aiming your shotgun at him. "You move and I blow your brains out!"
  
  
  The Fool sighs, shaking his head.
  
  
  "I don't think you really know how this game works, do you?" the Fool says. 
  
  
  The Fool leans forward, placing his thumb against the shotgun barrel. He scratches at his puffy, burned eyes, sighing.
  
  
  "You're not going to shoot that gun," he says simply.
  
  
  With that, the Fool turns, strolling off into the woods. You try to aim your shotgun, but find your arms are incapable of moving, the numb, cold muscles refusing to work. All you can do is watch as the Fool disappears into the darkness.
  
  
  When he's out of view, you snarl. You sniff the air, smelling the scent of prey, and... you try to focus on the pain for a moment, ignoring your bestial senses, before you smell something else. The smell of smoke, in the distance. 
  
  
  You pause, raising an eye. Smoke means fire. Fire means activity. There needs to be something in that direction.
  > You go examine the coin
  You walk over to where the Fool dropped the golden coin, finding it lying, shining in the dirt. You drop to your knees, picking it up and examining it.
  
  
  The coin depicts an old image of two snakes, circling one another to form an 'S' shape. The snakes are biting each other's tails in a bizarre version of an ouroboros. You flip the coin over, finding yourself staring at the same image.
  
  
  Huh. You suppose in a strange way, each face of the coin depicts the both "Heads" and "Tails". It seems the strange, patchwork man was fucking with you.
  
  
  For a moment, you raise an eyebrow, wondering if "A coin" was the answer to that riddle. Either way, too late to ask. You pocket the coin, before standing and staring off towards where the smell of smoke came from.