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Meho wants a new calling that feels as though it has always been standing just beyond the inn door: familiar boots, unfamiliar road. She distrusts anyone who can tug time itself by the collar and still plausibly be sent to collect six boar livers. Sensible standard.
Arrowyy wants freshness, except where freshness resembles an old campaign closely enough to smell of wet tents. He dismissed monks with the bluntness of a man clearing crumbs from a table, then posted a grinning metal sea-beast as if that settled the matter.
Summoneyy attempted to solve the matter of distant bear-folk by declaring them all dead. A clean solution, if one does not mind the small inconvenience of facts. The debate has now become less about new adventurers than how many mysteries a world may retain before somebody insists on touring them.
