Traveling Bard

From the far reaches of the Northern Wood to
the snow covered mountains of the Vashnars.
I gather the stories and songs that whistle
through the tallest trees of the Ithmias
and dance across the tumultuous seas.
With the strum of my lyre and a soft tang to my voice,
I am just a mere traveling bard of course.


Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Lupar, in the year 539 AF.