I've travelled lands, both near and far, in the short time that I've
roamed
And nay have I yet, to stumbled upon, a sight worth claiming as home.
But 'er I go, both too and fro, to claim the honour to call
The vagabonds right to sit out a fight just to wander until I fall

So I, the humble Itinerant tolls, from one land to the next
Collecting a lifetime of needless things, most assuredly, just to vex
The Rambler that comes, from the distant land, with far less land left
to see
But little to prove, to a Nomads brood, in trinkets and useless things
Now, the wayward wayfarer calls, to the voyagers and landstriders too
Forstwalkers, 'lo there! Searchers of horizons, and all whom the titles
endue.
From the Vashnarian Climber in the south, east and west. To the
Penetrators of Amazing Depths!
Hear of heros and foes, both in story and prose, from one Desert Roamer
to next!
And so, this Hunter of the Lost World, he told tales from evening till
dawn
He proved a continental wanderer, true, with stories that went on and on
"Terran Master!" The crowed cried, "Tell us more tell us more!" And oh
how he loved to comply
Such Sapient Explorers should be quick to implore us with tales from the
lands far and wide.
"Quaestor of the Far Reaches! Our Haidionic seeker! Pray, let not the
tales end!"
And so they all pleaded until he conceeded, and gladly began over again
Such an Aspiring Achaean Ranger, he bolstered his talents and tales
Till sleep was no stranger to this Achaean Ranger and all that the dream
land reveals

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Aeguary, in the year 460 AF.