To My Readers: 

       I can feel Morr’s chill breath sticks on the back of my neck. I know the God of Dead will soon bring me to his garden. There isn’t any time left. Thus, I call up my son to bring me pens and paper. I refuse to sit in the corner of the room to wait for my final day. I will leave something behind, something that only a few men can see in their lifetime.

        I am an old man now, but my life has been rich with adventure and experience. I was born as a son of a wealthy merchant family in Luccini, Tilea. When I was a kid, I loved to hang out with sailors and peddleries around the harbor. Although it was forbidden by my parents.  As a teen, I was sent to a noble military school in Altdorf. My life could be different if I chose to stay in the rank. However, the overseas tales that I heard from sailors attract me. I owned my first ship at age 24 and made a deal with my father that I would use this ship to sail with the family merchant fleet.  It was how my travel begins, I have sailed to the distant land of Arby to bring back exotic goods like spice and silk.  As my wealthy grows, my travel distance became farther. I even have set my feet on the land of High Elf and sinister forests of the Southland. It’s really a Gods’ mercy that I could survive from dreadful pirates of Sartosa, furious storms above the great ocean, and terrify creatures amongst the mountains and forests. There were lots of my mates not that lucky.

        These notes are documents of my life’s travel. All the words may not be agreeable to other scholars but they are real. There are rare humans who achieved such things like me. After all, we are short life races compare to elder races of the world. Folks are willing to stay behinds the city walls that provide them safety.  If you are someone who wanders the outside word of your birthplace, your ascend city walls, and the regions of human lives. I invite you to journey with me to the distant lands through these notes.

                                                                                                                    Fernando Polo, Telia

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