Over fen and field, and down the road. Walk sure yet not swift. The breeze carries songs sung long ago, the echo of what once was, and what might have been. Silver streams rustle by, dancing down to distant shores where sea kisses the strand. The journey is not yet over, together we have a long way to go. So shoulder your pack and strike forward with a will, and as we tread I shall tell you tales to pass the time. Tales of distant endless horizons, of battles bleak, and towers dark. I will recount stories where love is found, where gold and jewels from dragons hoards are lost, and instruments strung with starlight are forged in the dark of night. Of Knights and Princes, of brave maidens who lead armies, of farmers who spend their lives doing fair work upon the earth. Of mice and hares, of trees and leaves.
So many tales I have for you. Together let us tread upon the roads and you shall hear them all.