A small bottle of wine is left for wandering bard king and a note, scrawled across small piece of parchment. A poem, left by the Dragoon as a poor jest. He was hardly one for words.” "In my heart I wander friend, searching just like you. For something I have never known. Something right and true. I long to feel so many things, and hold them in my hand. Forgive me for my absence friend. I hope you understand.”











