She was always terrible at telling anyone her plans. It felt childish to tell someone the details, someone that could hold her accountable for what she said she was going to do because Amorette hardly followed her own plans. Her soul drifted the way the winds took her, driven by her lust to have the best items she could pilfer. She had heard rumors of a gigantic beast that had been laid to rest at the base of a semi-active volcano. A feat that she had greedily taken on with little planning on how she expected to get there. All she had heard among the bustling commotion in Uddegana was "dragon to the north west" and she was off.

Only a small pouch carried with her and while the avid adventurer would ensure to bring supplies with them, her pouch was merely a means to collect any fascinating items she spotted along the way. She had already found an odd necklace of sorts scattered on the trail and while it held little value to her and it was likely junk, she had swiped it anyways wearing it proudly on her neck. Onwards she walked, humming a soft tune absentmindedly as she reached the plateau. Maybe she would stop for a few minutes and take a short break.

Seneca

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