A Traveler In The Hills.

[Malaise 1570]

 

Ever so steadily, the Traveler trekked, wearily traversing the hillside. From the wastes of the desert warm, to the plains of the tundra cold, he traveled.

 

 

With a crunch, the leaves submitted to his boots, ever so gradually approaching the traveler's destination. Falling beneath him, twigs snapped and cones broke, deafening a soft sigh that had been released in cadence to the rustling of a heavy knapsack.

 

Before the traveler had been able to release yet another sigh, he had arrived. His destination was before him, sheltered in the pristine hillside of the Fringe, bordering a lake composed of ice resembling a crystalline portrait of serenity.

 

His trek had ended. He had arrived. He had arrived in Adunia. Mustering what energy the Adunian had left, he ushered forth a weak shout.

 

"I'm lookin' for a Father o' the Old Faith!"

 

[Kralek 519]

Wilhelm greets the traveler in open arms and a warm smile before going to help carry him 

"Welcome back my Adunian kin, we shall find you a father, but first  a bed and some rest."

[firespirit44 1323]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.