We sit at under the starless sky of the Kolith Woods, at our makeshift campsite. A I am holding my new staff we found in the bearby ruins. My expression, as usual, is unreadable. 'Is this really how I want to spend my life? Doing these little quests?'

Then, my gaze lingers to yours. Of course you're watching me. You know I am likely to suddenly leave one night, without a goodbye. I smile at you, with a smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes. 'Why can't he just push me away, like the others?'

"Something on my face, human?" Classic Hex, can't even call them by name...