North: Walking over the field you see an old wooden gate with the text ‘Redwood’ upon it. The village looks quiet and peaceful, thatched roofed houses, fields of crop and livestock, smoke slowly seeping out of many chimneys. An old man (Miller Lock) is sitting next to the gate, by the entrance to his house, in a rickety chair. He is holding a book in his hand and an iron sword is resting on his chair.
East: Walking over the small hill you see the small village of Redwood in the distance, between two quaint houses there is small track leading onto the main street.