Shardae

I (Shardae) have a love of books, though I (Shardae) haven’t read as much as some other Desert dwellers. This is also likely because I (Shardae) mostly cared to read about the great tricksters and adventurers of the past and stories like theirs.

But I (Shardae) seem to be writing about myself. It’s an odd feeling, like there might be some sort of story like those I’m used to waiting to happen, except that it’s me (Shardae).

I (Shardae) come from near Victory Ewer and know odds and ends. I (Shardae) know the shiny spike of a thing I (Shardae) found in the wet sand was probably a monster’s tooth from the end of the world that washed away. I (Shardae) know how to trap things that are normally far too smart to fall for a bit of dry cheese bait and make for some very good supper. I (Shardae) don’t know the best of the manners and nice things from the floating towers, but I (Shardae) know how to stay alive and find it one of the best for a scholar to understand.

I(Nicholai Zandros) think that Shardae creates some of the best coffee in the worlds.

How can there be more found and stories told if you aren’t around long enough to see or do anything?