The TravelerThe foggy mist conceals what’s there, in the cold of autumn air. Though clueless to what lies beyond, the weary traveler marches on. Through the thickets of Matrilai, his shady figure passes by. Its unknown as to why he’s there, but none the less he’s in despair. For from this island, he can’t flee, but still The Watchers let him be. The things he’s seen, you’d best not know, as they have given fear and woe. So in this place he must remain, amidst his sorrow and his pain.The Traveler
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