Whilst looking in the mirror admiring my Mercinaen Sombrero and thinking of
my imminent break from the realms of avalon to warmer climes a thought struck.
Thakria the self proclaimed city of miracles, I wonder if by some miracle it can
survive by the time I return.
On that pleasant thought I bid ye farewell for a while.
Written by my hand on the 26th of Midsummer, in the year 972.