The Winding Path of Quick White Paw: Part I

On the main pier of the Old Port, Paw sits cross-legged with some among her closest friends in Port Ffirst and enjoys the last rays of a warm Spring sun.
 
“Do you remember when I told you that - weirdly as it might sound - being killed and brought back from the dead by Vuska, the shaman, might have been the best thing to happen to me in a very long time? For a while I really believed that floating on that endless river had helped me regain my balance and refocus my Ki.”
 
“Not anymore. You’ve seen me with the Draw priestess and in the arena in Kundar, have you not? Then there was Samantha’s tower. I did put some of you at risk with my recklessness there. Would you say I did not? More and more I lose myself in a fight, and that is not the Way.”
 
“But it’s not just that. I told you that Vuska reminded me of my life debt in my dreams. What I didn’t tell you is that my dreams had been visited many times before that. Before arriving in Kantas, another entity had challenged me to find them: ‘so they could finally see me’. I neither believed those visions, not trusted that entity to truly exist outside of my mind. However, the events put me in search of them, all the way here from my native island of Machukara.
 
Now Karlessa says she can possibly help me in my quest, but I need to find something for her first: the missing piece of an artefact. And this is why I am looking to form a party as we speak…”