The roses ripped from your lapels, you are cast out to live or die in the Vales of Agony. The Winter Gate is opened and you are thrust out onto the path at gunpoint. It’s lined by a forest so impossibly thick that the snow has barely reached the ground.
This the first time you’ve left Stronghold in decades or centuries.

Presently the path splits. To the left a giants’ forge is visible. To the right, a clearing in whose center is a frameless yet standing mirror.

Fey depend on rules. Rule 50: at crossroads, the first to turn chooses the group’s path.