Pantheons+Biz+Introduction

I hold in my hands the original bones. No one needs to know about these.

There are legends now. But it helps me to remember everything. To hold them. It might be positive to reveal them. Who I was. But if it is, it will happen. Zoaraeos has placed me aside for that kind of thing. Not dead and still not dying anyhow.

I admit I've never written much of anything beyond little notes to friends. Of the students I've had, many simply walk with me, had discussions, been with me for a while. Some of them could not read, anyhow. I read occasionally, to pass the time.

However. I need to get away from this city. There is the ruin, sure. But it's the feeling. I have grown tired of its cruelty.  The face of Louqing has become too ugly for me. The wars were a time of great moral decision, yes. But to be cruel now, when the gods are away, when people are in need?

So I am leaving. For now. I am old. I would like to visit a paradise for a while. I am tired, and deserve to be.

But.

A guard. At the last west gate refuses to let me pass. So that it will not be lost from the kingdom, they've asked me to place all my knowledge onto pages. 

Okay, I said. All my knowledge? It'll be a short book.