Staying Put

"What did you just do? Shouldn't the second round be choosing between the two options? Why did you flip the coin a third time?" Ganshin asked.

"The second option got two turns. That isn't fair, and it makes sense to go by predetermined rules. I guess right now, we have to do this again. Choosing between three different routes completely randomly is a little tough, actually." Jake said. 

"What if we had a multiple to three to go by. What if we had a die?" Ganshin proposed.

"Do you have one? A die, I mean. I don't usually go carrying one around." Jake said. 

"Ah. Why would you need to carry a die around, when you can just make it." Ganshin chuckled. 

He bent down to the ground and picked up a fistful of dirt. 

Then, he started clenching his fist, compressing that dirt all into one small ball. As he opened it, Jake's eyes popped open when he took a look at the surprisingly smooth and rock like ball.