"Enough, hey?" Orion muttered to himself as he finally pulled the fish out of the water. It was regular in size, but still had a kick to it. Without delay, Orion placed the fish into the container he brought with him. It was a satchel, made of fiber woven together neatly, a fisherman's constant companion while out fishing. "When is enough ever enough..."
Orion sat back down, turning towards Topaz, "Did I tell you I saw Cheshire the other day?" The memory of the young woman surfaced, "We had a similar conversation." Orion paused, casting his line once again after hooking a bait, "This village, the guild. I could see it in her eyes. Every time she talked about it, I can see clearly. We weren't enough for her." The thought made Orion wince, it was a blow against his high esteem of Rhyolite and Cait Shelter.
To be enough was something unattainable, and Orion knew it better than anyone else. All of his training will eventually lead to a goal, and then a new goal will be made afterwards, and the pursuit will continue. "Things are good. I could never ask for a better guild," Orion nodded, "But the guild will one day ask for me to be better, and I'm afraid I won't be able to deliver when that time comes."