2 You are standing on the top of a bleak, bare, hill. A few low heathers hold onto the hillside in defiance of the strong, cold, winds. All around are grey skies. Close by to the east lies a circle of standing stones while at the base of the hill stretches a green carpet of trees for a considerable distance. (:::):(:) 0 0 0 0 0 0 -1 -1 1 -1 -1 2 You are in the centre of a circle of five standing stones. The countless centuries of weathering etching out strange forms. Two stones lie toppled, now partially covered with moss at the bases. (:::):(:) 0 0 0 0 0 0 -1 -1 -1 0 -1 -1 (:::):(:) 0 0 0 0 0 0 -1 -1 -1 -1 -1 -1 small