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Behind her, she grew keenly aware of the sun beginning to dim. Time soon to consider putting distance between herself and this man whom she had not fully judged, yet. His simple reply tugged at her curiosity, prompting her to ask. "A pilgrimage? Your first?" His origins of his former home in Bearclaw Valley were lost on her. A place she had been fortunate enough never to have visited, while Ursus resided there. She tacked on lastly. "I hope your journey brings you what you hope for."