"I've walked the paths unpaved
Many a life I have saved
Thankful men are at the moment of grace
Yet heartless and ungrateful after parting ways
'Tis time to walk a new path
A longer one, and no sunbath
Darkness shall lay on all sides
Yet through the fog, I see it not
Part I shall walk, part I will be on rides
I can only hope thus, for I know next to nought
No doubt, my wealth shall be robbed
And my house shall in the future be mobbed
I care not what happens
For all that I leave behind,
The road my guide,
My staff my companion.
~FTW."
Thus read the note placed under the teacup clutched in his lifeless hands. I straightened up and looked at the dead figure of the greatest traveller my world had ever known.
"May you rest in peace, Flein."
I walked off. I needed to prepare a funeral. His journals needed to be found. The world must know about him who had seen it all.
