merri & wolfe
"Not at all," Merri agreed. He sighed and thought a moment; Wolfe had been his teacher, once, and though the venue was too public for the specifics of the talk he found himself wanting to have, he still wanted to pursue it nonetheless, even if vaguely. "I'm worried I might be one of the more scholarly ones. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's admirable work, but I always thought I wanted to go off on adventures, and help my friends when they need it, travel and see the world -- I still think I do -- but instead, I feel... stuck."
He paused, recalling the woman from the dense fog a few months ago, and the man from the attack on the Tower a few weeks ago, and shuddered.
"But maybe behind the books is where I belong, in the end. But I just feel unfulfilled that way." With a sheepish chuckle, he shook his head. "Sorry! I said too much. We're supposed to be enjoying ourselves! Please, forget I said anything. Um... so how is it out there, in the field? Do you have any exciting stories to share?"