*you see a note scrolled with golden edges*

[Bestia Domare]

The journey to this land is long and arduous. Those strong enough to endure the overgrown trails, the cold nights, the predators, make it here with nothing but a head full of hope and the clothes on their back.

If you value strong hunting parties, supplying merchants, and worthy foes, you must aid those new to this land so that they might find their roles and influences, and that they might one day, help you.

So people of the land I urge you, gather your tools, gather your wits, dig deep into the dusty corners, pull together the books of knowledge that you have already learned, the armor you have outgrown, the jewelry that is not up to your standards, the weapons that have dulled. Bring them to The Wayfarer's headquarters in Britain, if you cannot enter Britain, arrange to meet with a Wayfarer.

We cannot let any more of those who make it here, perish on arrival. Let them rise up, to hunt, to fight, to craft, to vote. Let them sit amongst our ranks, let them be a part of the great world of Pangaea!

~ The Wayfarers ~
To join our ranks, find me at 670 442 981