The question of what to do feels more exposed in Lice than most places — the headlines are always busy with something else, so the district's real character stays out of frame. An afternoon at the foot of the mountains, among apple-scented orchards, is as quiet as an old man's silence in a coffeehouse. Head toward Birkleyn, into the cool of the caves, and a completely different Lice appears. Don't plan — the mountain already has. Roll the dice; this land knows the rest.