Life Doesn't Discriminate Between The Sinners And The Saints

Panting Karabela came to a stop, eyeing the narrow passage ahead that tucked away just under a ledge. Uff da! That was going to be a steep climb. Tinaro was talking and she giggled a bit at the subtle fluster that wavered off his voice. "I can understand that. When you're striving for a goal it must be so sweet to finally sink your teeth into it. I felt the same way when I reached Seconda Guardia after the siege. It's something to be proud of for sure! And… since I haven't said it yet, congratulations!"

She started up the winding path, pushing the right side of her body against the mountain as she gazed down the cliff to her left. That was going to be a hell of a drop. Best proceed cautiously. There was no way this would be harder than Fenrir's Maw, right? All the same best not to get over-confident. If there was one thing she learned from Dægmar it was that mother nature always had a way of knocking over-confident fools down a peg when they decided to test her.

"Me? Oh I've been doing good." Karabela paused both in speech and movement a sigh escaping her lips. "Actually… that's not all true." She glanced back to Tinaro. "I feel like I've plateaued. Like I'm not going anywhere and I'm not even sure where it is I'm supposed to be going. I feel like there is something important I'm meant to do with my life but I don't know what that is."

"Speech"