What's the Plan, Stan?

“Every aspect of life involves some degree of planning,” Talyssa continued, her voice strong and earnest against the cool winter’s chill. “In this land of ours, to tread without caution or forethought is a death sentence. Just like this quicksand, life will swallow you if you act impulsively. The goal isn't to avoid the dangers around you completely. It's to navigate them with wisdom and cunning.” She pointed to the dormant quicksand, her expression serious. "This isn't an enemy that can be defeated by strength or speed. You can't intimidate it or reason with it - its nature is to consume whatever steps into its grasp. The only way to survive is through planning and strategy." With an added pause, Talyssa looked around, checking in with all of those who gathered. “But of course, that’s easy to say. How do you plan? Well, there is certainly a method.” She continued. “Observation, contemplation, and execution. Observation: don't take this terrain at face value. Learn about it. Look for signs that can tell you what's beneath your feet. Contemplation: think about these signs. Assess them from every angle." She paused, searching the group to make sure she had some sembalance of recognition of everyone gathered.

"Talyssa Carpathius"