A particular 'Ker looks over an old map of Sutica. "Perhaps I'll visit." He mumbles to himself, barely audible. He then quickly thought better of it. Retaking his seat at his desk, he tried to continue to write in his journal, yet the words that had come so easily to him prior, seemingly had disapatted into fragments of abstract thought. His hands wandered to the mess of a table he sat at. A sketchbook, a knife, several letters, and a whole slew of papers. Perhaps feeling nostalgic, he reached to a dusty drawer, and withdrew an old Cerulean Watch Codex. He then began to read.
((good work, enjoyed the writing))