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I first made contact upon this vast land a very long time ago. I haven’t kept count, but it must have been some years. I decided to start journaling my tale.

There are many names for me. A traveler or a nomad. Perhaps an adventurer, rover or wayfarer. Take your pick.

I am a wanderer. A wanderer who happened to follow a creed because our interests aligned; yet a wanderer all the same. I only stayed in this continent longer because I discovered in myself a fond curiosity for its nooks and crannies. I've got a thing for forgotten memories, and the people I met aren’t anything to scoff at either.

I hope one day someone may find these stories interesting. To tell around a campfire or a bedtime story. A local legend. That quite would be amusing.

… I won’t get my hopes up.

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