Ok your walking down this path you have found. Your following it as it leads closer and closer to the third hill you saw. You come to a curve in the path and see that it leads straight to the road you were following earlier. You have now wasted two hours. It will be dark in about one hour.
Tobo curses as the trail spins back towards the road. Looking at the sky and realizing it will soon be dark, he hastily heads towards the third hill that he originally thought he was going to. Hopefully once there he can find a safe place to stay threw the night.
2d20 = 10,14
2d12 = 4,9
3d6 = 1,5,4
Tobo remembers the time his mother told him shoveling pig slop was his place in life. Even if he were to die of exposure it would be better than a life of shoveling pig slop he thinks.