Alanna Nightengale paces anxiously in front of the cavern. She can barely contain herself for excitement.
A real adventure! I can't believe it! My dream is finally coming true! I just hope those poor workers are OK...
As the hours wear by, concerns begin to gnaw on the edges of her mind.
Will they like me? I'm so unexperienced, they're sure to notice! And I'm sure they'll notice that I'm not the brightest... Will they make fun of me? Maybe adventuring isn't what I was cut out for... Should I have stayed at the church? I'm not that good with my slingshot yet...
These types of thoughts chase each other around her mind, unwilling to let the other be: optimism tries to chase pessimism away, but doubt wears away at hope just as strongly.
She's just starting into the "fear" part of her cycle when she spots distant figures far away. She can't count them, or tell who they are, but she convinces herself that they must be the group that she'll soon join...