I've got miles of road, a thousand acres of stone beefore I reach my ddestination, before I see home.

Got a mountain to clime, got a soul to find. I've got true north tugging on my mind.

I've got an ancient map that Nicator left behind and with any luck it will help me stay on track.

I've got a sore neck from always looking forward, ain't never turning back.

I've got a real bad case of the missing Celyon blues and I use it to move my trail worn Landstriders.

I could stumble, both my legs could crumble and break but I haven't come across a pain this body couldn't take, but I swear to Maya I'm going to die standing straight up.

I've got a whole world to see, and I don't care about who stands in front of me.

I've got Ceylon on my mind, and until I make it there keep burning that torch bright for me.



Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Ero, in the year 963 AF.