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Dwin misheard Alaric - instead of mediation she heard meditation and expression spoke volumes. "I can't stand meditation! That's is such... such annoying nonesense," she exclaimed. A long long time ago a nomad had stopped by at Brecheliant. He had told a great deal about the philosophy and religion of his tribe and had promised to show a technique on, how to become one with oneself or... well, Dwin did not remember all the details. What she remembered vividly was, that the more she was asked to breathe in and out deeply and imagine herself going on a journey in the universe, the more angry and agitated she became, because of, how slow everything had been. And how silly all the man's words had sounded. 

'Nah, that does not work for me. Maybe for some, but not me," she dismissed the topic without going in for further explanation. "Ever had experience that you were promised would be awesome, but it was quite the opposite?"