Random_Taffer (Rob Strain)
I lost everything.
My parents, my friends, my home. Everything.
I fled Talim with nothing but this cursed book. It’s worthless. The pages are completely blank. My father died for nothing, it seems. Perhaps someone cleverer had swapped the real one for this fake in the tombs long ago…
In any case, no matter what I do, I can't seem to be rid of it.
I can put it down; it isn't magically stuck to me. But when I’m actually intending to put it down for good I suddenly find that can't bring myself to do it and begin scolding myself for even thinking of abandoning the thing.
The book is the least of my concerns at the moment. The crew of the Rumble Tide was none too happy with me for sneaking aboard and if it weren’t for Captain Withers, they would have skewered me for sure.
A likeable chap, him- let me stay on board and swab the deck in exchange for passage to Avisport, a coastal suburb of the City. I care not where I go. One city is as good as the next, but the farther from Talim, the better.
We made port a short while ago and the crew, ignoring the good captain’s protest, threw me overboard. I swam to the docks and managed to slip into a nearby warehouse to escape the rain. Now I just need to find some shelter, some money, and some food to survive in this lonely looking place.
If I ever get back on my feet again, I think I’ll visit the City. It’s where my parents came from originally and, despite my mother’s dismal talk of corruption and fanaticism, I’ve always wanted to see it.
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