There's one of Gaeric: You long ago realized that you shouldn't worry about Warden Gaeric, at least not except in extreme situations. He was going to continue being himself regardless of your feedback. That said, he was a powerful and charismatic person. He trained hard to be the way he was. You enjoyed talking to him on the occasions you did, and he knew how to energize a group. He had no easy task, as the massive Lord Avalugg's Warden. But he was always happy to work, every day of his life. In the harsh environment you lived in, that enthusiasm was vital for everyone's survival, and you were grateful for it.
One of Calaba: Warden Calaba may have had a short temper, and she rarely wanted to keep anyone's company, but the woman was almost a hundred years old. You would never turn down advice from her on any subject, even if you didn't always follow it to the letter. When you first became a Warden and were adjusting to long periods in the wilderness, she helped you find and prepare food in a way that helped you survive, even if the taste was nothing to write home about, with your meager skills. The clan thrived with her practicality.
One of Gligar: At that point, you were well-versed in how to travel through the territory of different Pokemon without causing conflict. You were distracting them and sneaking past them, not trying to start a relationship with them. It surprised you when they started to remember you. At first it felt like a liability, having one following you around. It would attract attention from other Pokemon, and if it got accustomed to food, it might get aggressive when you had none. But when it stepped in to protect you against another wild Pokemon, you realized—this wasn't a liability. This was the way things were "supposed" to be. It felt right, in a life where so few things did.
And a man with Ingo: He wasn't the one who helped you most in the settlement, but he was your biggest fan. He found your strangeness admirable and not off-putting. And you admired the courage it took for him to confess to you. In your loneliness, how could you refuse him? Someone who was invested in you, with a kind heart, who never spoke wrong of anyone, and always tried to do his part? He deserved someone to take care of him. ...That person couldn't be you anymore. You felt nothing when you considered your future. Maybe you helped him, but he couldn't help you. You hope he forgives you, and thinks well of you, still.
[Little snippets of Ingo's life, huh . . . Saturn appreciates them. Maybe he'll need them for what's coming, maybe he won't, maybe he shouldn't have pried, but he did and he's grateful to know it all. That last one is interesting, something to think about later, for reasons that kind of involve Ingo and kind of involve Saturn. Ingo is nowhere near a hundred years old, but he still has a lot more life experience and perspective than Saturn can at 22.
All right. It's about time to climb Mount Coronet, apparently.]
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You long ago realized that you shouldn't worry about Warden Gaeric, at least not except in extreme situations. He was going to continue being himself regardless of your feedback. That said, he was a powerful and charismatic person. He trained hard to be the way he was. You enjoyed talking to him on the occasions you did, and he knew how to energize a group. He had no easy task, as the massive Lord Avalugg's Warden. But he was always happy to work, every day of his life. In the harsh environment you lived in, that enthusiasm was vital for everyone's survival, and you were grateful for it.
One of Calaba:
Warden Calaba may have had a short temper, and she rarely wanted to keep anyone's company, but the woman was almost a hundred years old. You would never turn down advice from her on any subject, even if you didn't always follow it to the letter. When you first became a Warden and were adjusting to long periods in the wilderness, she helped you find and prepare food in a way that helped you survive, even if the taste was nothing to write home about, with your meager skills. The clan thrived with her practicality.
One of Gligar:
At that point, you were well-versed in how to travel through the territory of different Pokemon without causing conflict. You were distracting them and sneaking past them, not trying to start a relationship with them. It surprised you when they started to remember you. At first it felt like a liability, having one following you around. It would attract attention from other Pokemon, and if it got accustomed to food, it might get aggressive when you had none. But when it stepped in to protect you against another wild Pokemon, you realized—this wasn't a liability. This was the way things were "supposed" to be. It felt right, in a life where so few things did.
And a man with Ingo:
He wasn't the one who helped you most in the settlement, but he was your biggest fan. He found your strangeness admirable and not off-putting. And you admired the courage it took for him to confess to you. In your loneliness, how could you refuse him? Someone who was invested in you, with a kind heart, who never spoke wrong of anyone, and always tried to do his part? He deserved someone to take care of him. ...That person couldn't be you anymore. You felt nothing when you considered your future. Maybe you helped him, but he couldn't help you. You hope he forgives you, and thinks well of you, still.
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All right. It's about time to climb Mount Coronet, apparently.]
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The quest marker doesn't lead you there yet. It is going to lead you inside one of the tents.