Along the path north you walk. And then you walk some more. And then you walk more. The surrounding area is devoid of any form of civilization, and the nearest town could be miles away for all you knew. There was no way to tell how long you would have to walk, maybe a few nights. Then you hear something that makes your poofy wolf ears twitch. Coming up behind you was the sound of a wagon.<br/><br/>As you turn to see there is a cart being pulled by two horses, and it was being drove by a single man. As it came closer you could see that the cargo in the back had a large tarp over it. The man spots you and stares. He could be staring at your funny looking ears and tail, or it could be that you are walking around naked. Either way the cart stopped next to you as he continued to gaze with his mouth slightly agape. Now that the cart was closer you could smell what it was carting. It was full of fresh juicy delicious red apples.