"Where do you come from?" asked Clovis.
"Well, this I do not remember," said the man. "And also, I am not sure where I am going. But one thing I do know is that I am very hungry, so I am happy that you have come along!"
A new story is frequently being whispered in the dark corners of taverns across the country, telling of a traveler that occasionally appears in quiet, rural towns; that draws with him a plague worse than any other: a dragon's wrath.
Ã¢??IÃ¢??m not telling that story againÃ¢?Â the bard protested, leaning on the hearth of the inn with his arms crossed in defiance Ã¢??everyone has heard it over and overÃ¢?Â¦why not something else?Ã¢?Â
Legends abound in some places about ancient landforms (Islands, Peninsulas, Mountains) that dissapeared long ago in towers of glowing energy. (See Any Unnatainable Glory entries for more info)