Like everyone else escaping the heat, you've fled up into the cool of the Toros mountains — fair enough. The pine smell is free, but even up on the plateau, the question of what to do refuses to leave you alone. You walk toward the old castle, turn back, and end up standing in the same square again. Nobody here is in a hurry; anyone who was stayed down on the plain. Don't just stand there undecided — roll the dice and let the mountain road tell you where next.