A river, a forest, a peak. Many peaks, if truth be told. The ones in the tavern don’t believe me. Let them waste away with their mead while they can. But you...I can see it in your eyes. Frin. Eagerness. You have tasted the bitter foresight. You have seen the powers that dwell in the dark and beyond the reaches of Mundus.
Do you know how to get there? Where? Here, of course. A stone doorway in the sky. Ruins locked in mist. I’ve been there myself. I have seen things no living eyes have seen. Things are in motion now that can only be stopped by time itself.
Follow the Sign of the Thief to the Twofold Crown. Under its shadow lies what you seek. You’re not seeking anything? Mey. Of course you are. Kos nir dez. You must be the hunter of your own fate, not its prey.
Not like I’ve become.
Our fates are tangled now, twisted along the currents of time. But if we had a map - a map! That is what I have.
How I found it doesn’t matter, not to you. My currents are taking me elsewhere. I have no choice but to follow. You, on the other hand, you are not yet lost. Go. Find the secrets I could not. Should you return, you may see me again. There may yet be another tale to tell.
