The horizon in Eskil runs dead flat — Tuz Gölü's white glare shimmers on one side, plowed fields stretch out on the other as far as you can see. Rush isn't really a thing here; everyone's business runs on soil, livestock, and early mornings. Streets settle down come evening, and you'll ask yourself what to do next, but answers are hard to come by on an open plain. Don't overthink it — roll the dice and go wherever the plain sends you.