Doing this terrified me, however. I did not know the lands at all, and in spite of studying maps, I was often lost when traveling only two snells out from town center. As I crossed snell boundaries, my heart would leap into my throat in fear of what might be waiting on the other side. I would hunt until I was a sickly yellow hue, and then retreat to town where I would as Stora to heal me. Often during these times, there were only a few other exiles to be found, and I was well aware that if I feel, there might be no one to help me.
Eventually I got a bit stronger, and got to know the farms and then the fields right around Puddleby. But I still sometimes suffered nasty shocks, like walking into Witkus' weapons shop and being set upon and killed by Darshaks. I hadn't know they could even enter buildings in Puddleby. Luckily, by then I knew how to toggle for help and had told people I was headed south; seeing I fell to 'shak, they checked the shop pretty soon. During this time, a number of older fighters were very kind to me.