How I miss you
My dear friend
The way I would fling you
And you would ascend

Touching your mountains
Your settlements so gold
Tapping upon a river
Off I would go so bold

You rest there inside
Next to the Hermit
The Empress too sleeps
This darn blood won't permit

I'll see you someday soon
Together we'll venture
Across the lands again
Traveling together

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Chronos, in the year 924 AF.