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I keep waiting for something to happen.

Is this the price of a mortal existence? I had forgotten how much of these fleeting lives are spent with baited breath, for the moments that supposedly define what 'makes life worth living.'

I believe it may be time to expand the boundaries of my map- and see what lies beyond. I have booked passage upon a vessel that will take me there when the snow melts, but have not yet told Arreat or my friends.