Neverwinter Forest holy water running dry

Perhaps their paths would always mingle, crossing over where it deemed. Perhaps their paths would ricohet wildly, pinballing them to other avenues until they met again full tilt with no credit left, just the inevitable collision at the bottom of another milestone. It was not for them to say, and he did not believe in the essence of destiny. But the world would always have a need of dreamers and that was a category he did not entirely disqualify himself from. The thoughts they both entertained could have been considered dreams.

"Why not both?" he suggested with a smirk. If it were to happen, he believed it would be the thing of stories, the very thing he would see in the faces of strangers; he liked to believe he too would see it come to fruition, if not for her then himself. Perhaps more than anything, he was delighted with her assertiveness then, that rolling tide of ambition he had stirred to the forefront.

It certainty gave him something to think about either way.

The heaviest of the rains began to abate and he shook the moment to shake out his coat, droplets left to fall where they may much like the way he made his plans.

"Perhaps I will give it thought," he decided; only fools rushed in. "I would wager there is time still to make decisions." As it were, they both still had their affairs to sort and that in its own way effectively tied their hands to the present course.