Heading through fields towards the home of the Pumpkin Witch. Like a pleasant Sunday stroll really, only with the addition of demonic entities.
Bushwhacked by enchanted haystacks. Was touch and go, with my hayfever and all, but I found the judicious application of a naked flame soon showed them who's boss.
Had a run-in with a huge mechanical imp. Why oh why couldn't it have been a tiny impish mechanic?
Helped a poor farmer repair his crop-cutting machine. By luck, once the contraption got going it revealed a passage through to a secret area! From then on I vowed to help all my fellow citizens - no matter how unwashed and seemingly inbred.
Circular grinding machines bar the way out. Horrendous industrial accident beckoned - but once again Fortesque prevails!