The path is clear towards the coveted mark of victory, but the road is visibly full of dangers. Though no eyes can see the meandering detours that usually befell those inept or forlorn enough to lose their way. The course laid down long before those who would propel themselves into this journey started their first steps. And so with gods and men, the folk of four; three maidens and a tough hermit tread and trek towards their goal. While the sheep remain inside their pen, they walk under the cover of earliest morning, slighting the slowly waking sun. Though many times they’ve seen the way to leave, their seated and accompanying mentors pray and guide their way.