{"type":"location","location":{"title":"The Road to Hrafnstaðir","description":"You sit astride your horse on a narrow mountain pass, the wind cutting through your woolen cloak with teeth of ice. Behind you, the path winds down toward the coastal settlements you've left behind. Ahead, the terrain rises toward Hrafnstaðir, the largest farmstead in this district, its turf-roofed buildings barely visible through the gathering snow.\n\nYour leather satchel contains the tools of your trade: a wax tablet for recording judgments, letters of introduction from the regional assembly, and a worn copy of Pliny's Natural History—a book few in these lands have ever seen. You've been a traveling judge for fifteen winters, settling disputes over land, livestock, and inheritance across three provinces, but you've never encountered reports quite like the ones that summoned you here.\n\nThe goði's messenger reached you five days ago with a message that troubled you deeply: objects moving without hands, animals arranged as if by geometry, and the most disturbing detail—people speaking in mathematical tongues they could not have learned. The messenger called it 'the work of hidden folk' or worse, witchcraft worthy of execution.\n\nBut you remember something. A passage from your Roman text. Something about... no. You must gather facts before drawing conclusions.\n\nSnow begins to fall in earnest. Hrafnstaðir awaits, and with it, answers—or more questions.","suggestedActions":["Ride directly to Hrafnstaðir to meet with the goði","Search the pass for signs of recent travelers or unusual activity","Consult your copy of Pliny's Natural History before proceeding","Make camp here and wait for the snow to clear"],"conversation":"uuuoy27qf51jzhz2reqsm"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}