You contemplate... shrugging with a grin, the mischievous side of you wins. Opening the bottle, you'd take a sip. It tasted... well, nothing like milk. But, as you someone say once; "Ya don't drink it for the taste...". You take another sip, but that's about it- maybe you'll have some later. You put it back where it was, in the compartment. Then lay down for a rest.
A few hours later, the carriage halts and you are awoken by the sudden jolt it brings. Yawning, you look outside. Snowy mountains were seen in the distance, but he ground near the carriage was still green. Stepping out and collecting your things, you gape at the surroundings while the carriage makes its way back to the other village. You see a small town, different from any you've seen before. Everyone is dressed in furs and thick clothing- and for good reason. Though it isn't snowy here, and the ground are are still green, the chill stabs you from all sides. You shudder, hugging yourself.
Do you:
> Make your way to the village, look around.
> Find a place to eat, not sightseeing first.
> See who the leader is here.