Legs grew weary from the days of travel within the dungeons, nearly shaking with every step. The Courser refused to admit she was lost, claiming to herself she was capable like so many before her. Frustrated, she sighed quietly, hanging her head in defeat. Just a little further and we can call it quits, she thought to herself. Why was she so incapable of making this lifestyle work? She did everything right, by the book, and yet, she still manages to get lost or can't divvy out her rations pro...