Explorers eyes

As I open my eyes, I gaze to see,
All of the great things our Gods laid out for me,
Tiny villages, moutains so high,
I tilt my head and tend to sigh.

Many different cities, evil and good,
Reminders of where great warriors once stood.

So many different places for hunters so strong,
If you like hunting, how could you go wrong?
So after exploring, I have come into acceptance,
Its good to be home, in old Sapience.



Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Phaestian, in the year 630 AF.