Redhawk Caldera The Mountain

Boring is safe. It is stable. Dwin thought to herself, sometimes really wishing that she had had a chance to meet Maia in her youth. Before she had settled down and traded life of adventure to the duck-pond life here was. How could it be that she never felt the urge to go out in the world again. Surely it could not be so that she considered having seen enough of it already?

"Mom... I won't stay in Brecheliant," Dwin spoke out loud the decision that she had made a long time ago. "I am this angry, broody, distrustful person, when I am here," she said. "And I am not like that, when I am not here. During my trip I met so many interesting people and there is so much for me to learn still," she told. 

"There... there can't be any progress, if one stands still. I have had a feeling that there is sort of an expectation for me to step up eventually, but I... I cannot do a job out of duty and loyalty alone. I could, but that would mean giving up on something very important for me," she told. "I want to find the path that is my own. And... unfortunately... it's not here. Has not been for a while now," she finished, avoiding Maia's gaze and looking out in the distance.