My task is complete. Sought only to prove myself. Know not to whom. Could never snap a flame into existence. But the flame demons fell beneath my boulders. My rockmates ran the wind through their fingers. Like water. I sat. Did nothing. But the wind itself, I flung into the crypt wall. Frost eluded me. But I shielded my friends from the frost demon’s blows. Earth. My own element. Earth was easiest of all. When Earth pushed, I simply pushed back. Held my ground, though I had no right.
I was enough.
Told the others that I was done as we entered town. Somehow they already knew. Went to the Sleeping Lion. Together. The last time. We bought a truly reckless amount of ale. Me, Mary Sue, Brianca, even Hail. As the fire in the inn burned low, only Mary Sue and I remained.
“Yooooouuuuuu. Sav-ass.” Drunk. Very drunk. “Yoooou haveveee morre heart ‘han ‘ny warmblood I’f ‘ver met.”
If I did still have one, it would have swelled. Pride. Happiness. Contentment. Pick one.
Perhaps when some time has passed, I shall grow restless. Come see Mary Sue’s shop. Sail to some islands in the Misty Sea. Find new lands of which I know nothing. Now? I am rock, and I shall go to the rocks. Build an abode from them. I cannot command the rock. But I can lift, and I can dig. I will have fire. It will blaze under my hearth. I will have water. It will flow from my well. And air? I will breathe it deeply, freely. All of it that the mountains have to offer.
It is enough.
–Balboa
Journeys through Gloomhaven 