I have been on the road for many years, but never seen a land like this. Oh, how I miss the warmth of my beloved Hispania now…
The sun over Vale Sangora seems to shine dimmer, and the woods are full of creatures I thought belonged only in tales. There is beauty here, but it appears as dangerous as it is charming.
The people of this land left their barbaric ways long ago, and yet something old and strange lingers in them. Their tongue whispers like wind through the trees, and their songs sound older than civilisation itself.
Thus, I have made my choice. I shall return home. Whatever secrets this valley keeps, they are not meant for me.
The sun over Vale Sangora seems to shine dimmer, and the woods are full of creatures I thought belonged only in tales. There is beauty here, but it appears as dangerous as it is charming.
The people of this land left their barbaric ways long ago, and yet something old and strange lingers in them. Their tongue whispers like wind through the trees, and their songs sound older than civilisation itself.
Thus, I have made my choice. I shall return home. Whatever secrets this valley keeps, they are not meant for me.