Neverwinter Forest Monza

"What did happen to that man's original soul?" Dwin asked. Even though the story had been really good and with a twist, the ending that was supposed to be happy left her wondering. She could not wrap her mind around the fact that someone could simply replace one person with the other. In her opinion one's soul was inextricably bound to the body. If the body died, the soul went with you. 

"It is a good story, though," she praised the man. She was inclined to ask him if the "new" brother had ever felt like a real sibling, but not only would it be tactless, it was quite possible that the story itself was a metaphor for something more substantial. 

"Well, it was nice chatting with you, but I should better get going and find a shelter - otherwise I risk losing some of my fingers. And I am very fond of them," she told him. And after exchanging goodbyes, left hastily.