Sawdust and an invitation to travel...
Diomomus shook the picture-filled little notebook again to get rid of the sawdust that covered it.
The Fyros had no idea how the book had come to be in a corner of his barracks, but judging by the thickness of the sawdust that covered it, it had been there for many cycles.
Diomomus let his memories fill his thoughts. He and his brothers and sisters were sorry they had never known their father, but they also all admired. Going through dangers to discover the hidden charms of Atys in remote locations showed courage worthy of a Fyros!
An idea soon emerged in the mind of Diomomus. His excitement quickly convinced his brothers and sisters and their goal was clear: Walk in the footsteps of their father and get to know him better!
The first stage of the expedition: Finding the correct mount...
oren pyr, my dear children,
I have never been really here for you, but you must know of my unlimited taste for adventure in far lands...
There is no real excuse for my long and repeated absences, but I hope that you will understand, through the writings in this travel diary, the reasons that lead me to every corner of Atys.
Be sure, though, that I am constantly thinking about you.
sharükos pyrèkud!
Diomomus shook the picture-filled little notebook again to get rid of the sawdust that covered it.
The Fyros had no idea how the book had come to be in a corner of his barracks, but judging by the thickness of the sawdust that covered it, it had been there for many cycles.
Diomomus let his memories fill his thoughts. He and his brothers and sisters were sorry they had never known their father, but they also all admired. Going through dangers to discover the hidden charms of Atys in remote locations showed courage worthy of a Fyros!
An idea soon emerged in the mind of Diomomus. His excitement quickly convinced his brothers and sisters and their goal was clear: Walk in the footsteps of their father and get to know him better!
The first stage of the expedition: Finding the correct mount...