You follow the path for a while, and come upon a rather corpulent man in a brown robe, with his head shaved in a tonsure. He bows to you, and says “Greetings to you, fellow traveller.”
“Hello,” you reply. “Are you travelling too?”
“Are we not all travellers upon the pathways of life?”
“That’s pretty deep. And you’re pretty fat. You must be one of the Deep Fat Friars.”
He bows again. “Indeed I am. And I must warn you, our copse has been beset by foul creatures of the netherworld. To continue upon this path could mean your doom.”
“Your corpse?”
“No, copse. As in a grove of trees.”
“Ah.”
You thank him for the warning, but continue onward anyway. How bad could it be?
Here’s your chance to find out: