2 Welcome to the Wanderer

Hello there.

Yes you over yander!

Welcome to the record of a Wanderer. Inside this lies the description of madness which has been witnessed within my travels.

I am The Wanderer. As you've guessed this is simply a title, and by no means my name. A "wander" is the title given to a man who joins the "wandering caravan", which consists of trolleys carrying people and other beings whom travel together for a ameless destination.

When a wander becomes an adult they are given permission to leave the caravan and go on their own. Every lone wander that leaves the caravan is a citizen of the lost city that has agreed to work collecting intel through culture, geography and combat. A lone wander gives up their past, and as the name implies they randomly travel to sporadic destinations with often no real interest once arrived. The goal of a lone wander is most often never set, however most will only help the weak or dying unless otherwise instructed.

A wander is given a name only when they have reached A class and swear loyalty to their god.

Although they may be few in numbers one can still spot a wanderer if yer lookin close. Easy to see will be the mask ever changing upon their face, some are full, some only half; others may chose various obscurities of sort. Depending on how sharp those eyes of yalls are maybe you could even see the earring cuff entericately carved with a wilting tulip that glistens off the skin of the left ears tip. But of course the best way to truly know is to be shown their pride and joy a coin necklace recieved only by those who leave the lost city. Of course that's the story.

The story I made up when I decided to pose as a masked male adventure who goes by "The Wanderer" that talks with a long hick draw. Well then y'all let's get -er done and embark together on a wonderful never ending vacation with The Wanderer.

P.S. if you didn't re-read this with a country accent in mind, you should go back 🙃