“To kindred hearts!” Marius yells, “That we may one day be lost no longer!” 

Adam raises his cup to toast his words into being, but his companion, Orion, stops it with a hand. 

“To be lost, is a merciful pain.” Orion says, “In our failure to find north, we learn the brittle reality of nomads and vagabonds. 

Only when we are lost, do we know to calibrate our compasses. 

Only when we are lost, do we know to consult the stars. 

It is not until we have strayed, miles beyond the horizon, that we finally come to terms with the truth.” 

Orion raises his own cup, his eyes wrinkling as a smile ripples across his rugged face. 

“That adventure will always lie in the direction we are going. 

But home has always been in the direction from which we came.” 

With that, the room erupts.