Wander

Ah. Stranger, greetings.
Yes, we are strangers, are we not?
Sure. My name is Wander.
Hm? Yes, like wanderer. I chose it myself.
It means more than any given name I've ever borne.

This does not change what you are. Though, I suppose we would both be strangers. This land is less mine than yours even.
Ha! What do you expect of someone who named themselves Wander?
Anyway, no, this will never be my home. Honestly? I don't have one.

And you stranger? Does your heart know its place?
...I know many who do. Would you like to hear some of their stories? Perhaps it will help.

I prefer my methods of course. Dead dragons tell no tales, and all.



You watch the wildclaw, whose air is no different for having leveled what should be a threat, turn to unhurriedly paw through his bag. His claws drag gently over several books, riffling pages in search. They're all you can see for their size and your position, perhaps that is deliberate.

His attention catches on a sight-demanding novella. The cover embossed, but simple, depicts a glittering geometric structure reaching toward a star. Opening to a random page seems to confirm its identity.

Joydom