Neverwinter Forest The man who's a dreamer and never takes leave

Yeah.  Quiet.   It was supposed to be for him and his sister at least.  He honestly didn't have much of a plan now.  Everything was pretty much uncertain and he was just drifting along hoping things would work out.  And it was better than trusting that people weren't crazy.  He was pretty sure a lot of the people out there were monsters of one kind or another.  This was thus safer for him.

Mal shrugged.  The pair of them weren't the wolves who he'd prefer, but it wasn't like he'd tried to find anyone.  Let's be real, he hadn't been involved in any recruiting ever in his life.  He had no idea what it entailed or anything.  It was yet another thing he was just winging.  To a certain point, Okeanos was probably lucky that Mal was now alone in the world -- the apathy and surrender that seemed to periodically cloud him made it so he didn't just tell them to piss off.  I'm not having stuff be like Elysium, if that's what you want.  A lot of the decisions that got made there just seemed... Wrong.  Weird.  It was only by being out on his own that borders had come to mean something as a concept -- thankfully he figured this out by just thinking about it rather than crossing a random territory, but there were a few other things like that which just seemed not right to the youth, though not all of them he could put words to.  Directionless?  Flighty?  Both too pitiful and cruel at the same time?  Something.