This may seem unorthodox, and for that I do apologise, yet I feel compelled to ask it all the same.

My name is Jesaka Briarwyn.

I was born in Cyrene and lost my parents while still too young to truly remember them. I was but four, perhaps five, when I was abandoned, and so little remains to me now beyond fragments. I was raised upon the streets thereafter, growing up among the marketplace, the narrow lanes, and the roads near the citys gates. Though I have reached three-and-twenty years of age, I still do not know who my mother and father were, nor why I was left to such a life.

Yet I hold no anger in my heart toward them. I believe there is a reason for what came to pass, though it is not mine to know just yet, and I have long held hope that one day I might learn the truth. So I now ask, publicly and with humility: if any among you knows aught of a child left parentless in Cyrene some years ago, or of those who might have been his parents, I would be deeply grateful for your word.

I seek understanding more than answers, and reunion more than blame. If anyone knows even the smallest piece of this story, I ask that you reach out to me.

Thanks,
Jesaka

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Scarlatan, in the year 1002 AF.