The fresh morning breeze brushes through your mane as you step outside. You glance around, unsure of where to go. Not having lived in Hoofington for long, you have yet to make any friends. Thankfully, the town is a small community, and everypony seems friendly.

• The road east leads to the library.
• The road south leads to the town centre: the market, and the town hall.
• The road west leads to the sawmill, the watermill, and the farrier.