Sun Mote Copse Perfect Mayhem

Now that he had met a couple of faces, made some friends and learned more about the lay of the land, Epic began to think about the future. And in his case the future meant focus on a skill set that he liked, loved and one that was challenging. Three things came to his mind; Epic liked to hunt, there was something about the thrill of the chase and the adrenaline that rushed through his veins that was awesome. Like an awesome, addicting feeling even if most of his hunts ended up as a failure -- or him getting his butt kicked like with his beaver encounter.

Then there was the want, no need to travel and see the world. Staying at one place would make him unhappy but having a home and the opportunity to travel at the same time seemed like the best of both worlds; to see the mountains, the hills, plains, forests and maybe once a true desert. Finally there was the medic trait; a skill set he hadn't quite much experience in. Sure, he knew a few basics but to specialize in something that important -- heal wounds, maybe save a life -- was a massive, massive challenge. And it wasn't like he could practice and learn each day. It was very much unlike his love for hunting and travelling. 

And so the young boy just sat there, staring absent-mindedly into the distance. His mind, a perfect mayhem of dazzling possibilities and endless options.