Born from darkness or from light,
aggressors fall before your might.
Wrought with chaos, unafraid,
you banish the horrors in the shade.

Adventures we seek, not circumstance,
we travel long leagues, like in a trance.
We train our bodies, read our scrolls,
we travel the world, unconquerable souls.

You are the master of your fate,
dragons fly, among the great.
The gods are watching, overhead,
as we fight goblins, ghouls, and undead.

Adventurers like you tread Sapience,
great heroes with no audience.
Of these you are, I have no doubt,
an adventurer, this land throughout.

From this poem a fortnight hence,
A hero will come to your defence.
You look to them and they to you,
(In your heart, you know it's true.)

Among their visage you will be sure,
you are not alone, adventurer.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Glacian, in the year 811 AF.