As I continue my quest of Mythron, I grow weaker
But all hope is not yet lost....
About this creation
"Apparently my memory wasn't clear enough to remember one of the roads to Mythron....
As I grew weaker from starvation, I used my sword as a cane. I felt blessed my the angels of
heaven when I saw a small sales cart;It had no faction identifying colors, but the cart had only a scrap of chicken (which I
gladly paid for and ate) and a bottle of perfume.I also picked up news at some meeting in Bodus,possibly near Heartfire inn. When the shrub old man saw my losing
interest, he suddenly threw up his cart! Before me were weapons I could surely on my quest.
When all was said and paid for that is, we departed morally....."