Neverwinter Forest i was born to fly away

He admired her boldness. It was the sort of thing that blurred lines of many sorts, be they irksome or charming or something of a different caliber altogether. Disarming, perhaps, though he certainly knew better. It was the sort of ploy that he used himself and in turn anticipated from others. No one simply came running up and with a total stranger—not unless they wanted something. Often, at least in his experiences here, these were harmless encounters.

"Wherever I end up, of course," he answered with a thin smile. "Often the best sort of ventures are the ones with no destination in mind." It had been such things that had drawn him into this little microcosm in the first place, though the original plot to his story had only been to go as far as possible from the only home he had ever known.

A wandering gaze took in the sight of her all the same, quiet notes taken of the nuances that set her apart, and he wondered aloud: "And what of yours, hm? You seemed as well traveled as I." She may have had more of the wilderness to cling to her than him, but there was always a tell, some universal awareness that ilk recognized ilk. The roads were vast and numerous and hardly led to the same place, but their paths crossed all the same.