Bard

One-eyed Helioticus, are you still collecting those stories?
Take a moment to rest your feet and share your own past.
I've heard that Mnestia's scales once kissed your throat,
Yet it was corroded by the seawater in the final expedition, taking with it your eye.
Was that a type of good fortune? From that doomed Flame-Chase, you managed to survive.
Yet, you continue to wander across the land, chronicling the golden heroes, the bloodthirsty villains,
And even sing of insignificant mortals.
You listen for their steps
Through the whispers of butterflies, inscribed tablets, and the tides of the River of Souls.
Are you endeavoring to immortalize them through your words? Or do you hope to
Have faded away with the times on that fateful day?