"south of the freezing north,
you might find fellows soft-spoken
their words hushed by fright
their minds sharp and quick,
sharper than the mountain tip
their hearts filled with screams
their necks twisted and turnt
north of the warm south,
you might find frozen giants
their tongue long forgotten
their eyes unseeing and blind,
their hearts long gone
for they hail The One
east of the daunting west,
you might find fellows old as time
their eyes and hearts treacherous
their smile and tongue golden,
shinier than the blinding sun
their wits sharp and ready
their feet quick and steady
west of the deceiving east,
you might find fellows mad as zmeis
their hearts dried of hope
their eyes hollow and empty,
emptier than a settler's belly
their pleas long forgotten
their anger still burning
and in the end of the world,
you might find fellows wicked as thorns
their eyes burning with greed
their souls darker than coal
darker than the means to achieve their goal
their smiles twisted and broken
their crowns cracking and dusting"
- a traveller's tale