Fairspell Meadow Divine and Witchy

"You know... I think that there is no right answer there in the end. One man's friend is the other one's meal," Dwin concluded with a sigh. "Though I do not like the prospect of ever becoming someone's lunch, like ever, I should probably be careful and see, where it takes me in the end. And if I do get eaten - well, that's just one way to go," she finished this topic, glad that she would not have to discuss this in the future ever again. Together with Ash Paw they had come to a golden middle-way of a very important problem. 

"Is that pocket of afterlife any worse or better than the others? How many pockets are there? What are pockets?" Dwin had all her attention on the next subject on the seemingly never-ending list of things to talk about. It did not look like Ash Paw had got too tired either. "I don't think I would want to become a hero. I would want my life to be interesting. What do you want your life to be?" she asked, once Ash Paw had filled in on the first three questions.