"Personal, yes. Very personal. Ultimately personal. What else would it be?" The shaman gave a snort. He ran a grubby hand beneath his nose, inspected the result, and wiped his hand on his sleeve. "Forgiven already. I know better than to run counter to karma. Learned my lesson long ago, I did. Go with the flow, say I. Dig in claws and take the ride. Karma can’t be denied. Okay, say I. Find a hold and cling. There’ll be scraps aplenty for all at the end."