Title: Prior Casts
(Yme collects herself and walks on before the distant hills and the uncertain lands ahead.)
Yme: Most Strasmin would fall into despair or confusion upon the loss of their frenting rod.
How daunting to be defenseless, left facing starvation.
But I think back to the prior casts that I made.
Each toss of the rod added a vector to my path. Each one inexorably leading me to this point.
