A Vision of Choices

You attempt to follow the voices, heading in the direction you can best judge them to be originating from. After a few minutes of steady walking, you notice the voices growing louder. Up ahead, you can barely make out a few figures at the edge of a large, green lake.There are birds overhead, swooping low to catch insects off the water. Somewhere in the distance, perhaps across the lake, a guttural growl can be heard. The figures seem preoccupied with something in front of them, and have paid you no notice.