You move forward for hours without rest, pausing only to check your bandages. You are thirsty and you have no supplies.

At Dawn, you notice a farm in the distance:
You observe golden wheat fields, a dirt path, and the main house (a wooden structure with clay-tiled roofing and a stone chimney puffing smoke).
Nearby, a wooden pen holds cows and chickens. A red barn stands partially open and you notice pigs in a muddy enclosure. A dark horse is inside the stables and you smell the fresh soil and the sweetness of apples from a nearby orchard.

No people are in sight.

Enduring the pain and exhaustion, you drink fresh water, and you think that maybe the apples can satisfy your hunger.