No more of your order in
Parrius, no more edgtho in mercinae, Threap is floundering, Zeni is a senile old fool. Avalon may be tides and circles, and a serpent biting its own tail. some of us though ride the beast and swim the tide, others just get dragged along.
SPRINGDALE was the strength behind some of these changes Springdale is the city that grows, a man alone is nothing but perhaps a starting point, Springdale was great before me, and will be great after me. Springdale is the home that I had in Mercinae so many years ago. Huaah Springdale. It is my honor to fight for her.
Written by my hand on the 28th of Skyelong, in the year 1140.