Redhawk Caldera Banterland

That last sentence made Dwin frown for a minute, because she remembered Dee and how she had decided to change her life without including her sister in it. That had not felt right and still stung, even if she knew deep down that her decision to travel around wilds during winter had been something similar. Yes - she had made her plans known, but - no - she had never asked any of her siblings, if they had wanted to come along. Or their opinion about the whole deal. To be honest - that little voice of moral goodness and empathy had not been as loud as it was now and Dwin sometimes wished that it gnawed on her conscience less often nowadays. Being good was fine and dandy, when it was easy for you. Not, when it did not align with, what you actually wanted. 

"What did you want, when you were young?" Dwin asked, because certainly the lady before her had once been closer to her age and then things must have been clear cut. For example, Dwin... here she furrowed her brow, because, frankly speaking, small goals such as having lunch and dinner aside, she did not have anything long-term planned or desired. Had she become old in such a short period of time already?