Mozelle
"I wonder why you decided to start your journey of adventure, what prompted you to do this?"
The sun went below the horizon, and the last rays of the warm sun dissolved and the night began to assert itself. It started to get cold.
Fred
Minerva threw a few wedges onto the fire to keep it going a little longer, though she intended to sleep soon.
"I adventure for the same reason most people do. Answers." She took another bite off of her veggie kebab, chewed and swallowed.
"One day I just washed up on a beach only knowing the vague pronunciation of my name and how to cook, fish, hunt and use magic. Heavy guilt gave me a migraine but I didn't know what I was guilty *Of*. I had ten million questions and only one way to find answers: look for them." She stared into the fire as she explained this, her gaze distant and fixed somewhere beyond where her eyes faced. She shook her head and bit into the kebab again, finishing it off.
"Sorry about that. Might have been a bit too heavy for the moment."
Mozelle
Lenore wrapped herself in a fur blanket to keep warm and said: 
"You are lucky at least that you did not get to the slavers. I think not everyone would want to be in your place. I hope that now the difficulties are over and it's easier for you."
She took a piece of meat from a stick and carefully bit it off.