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Today I found a flower, its tiny yellow petals adorned like a miniature crown on a green bulbous frame. When I saw its tired, ugly, scarred flesh I thought of your face, my love, and smiled. \n\nFor I, the delicate flower, grew ever lovelier in your succulent soil of wealth and adoration. Now, I have been blown on a warm wind to this distant land, to adorn it with my gentle beauty. \n

A bright new day

To My Love

Yvette and I ran hand in hand through the desert today. Her health is much improved, and her spirits as well! I thank the Gods we had the sense to depart from Reekwater. Surely a swamp is no place for man to live. \n\nYvette has become hale, and often visits town to see the Consul. Today I shall follow, and surprise her with a handful of desert sage!\n

A healing town

Yvette

Sand. White bones. That’s all you’ll find in Brimstone, they said, as if to say Windsward was some kind of magical faerie forest. Windsward. A bunch of farms growing rocks and Lost instead of turnips! I had enough of that, and plenty more. \n\nSure, here they’ve got rocks and sand. And sure there’s cockroaches big as a bull. But come the evening time? I don’t get near as many bug bites as I used to, whilst looking for a dumb cow that’s wandered into some den of blue-skinned man-eaters. \n\nAnd when it’s all cool on your skin and the air is all crisp like, up on the rooftop, it’s- it’s damn satisfying is what it is. \n

Anywhere’s better than Windsward

A Satisfying Home

No man can sell water. It is a fault of mine, to always prove them wrong when they say a man can do only this or a man can do only that. But a merchant, he knows. He understands his customer. And once he understands, then anything! \n\nSo. One hundred jugs I fill, I put in the cart, I swim in mud, across sand, I lose half my cargo to the sand serpents, Umbria take you. And after thirty-nine days I come to the Brimstone Hamlet. \n\nAnd I sell everything. Everything! How long it takes me? One day. Just water? No! It is home. I sell home. I sell the clear memory of a summer day. I sell the song of the brook by the big pine tree, where you read the poetry, eh? Home. And I, Giovanni, I will do it again! My water from Everfall. My Everwater.

My Everwater

The Amazing Trades of Giovanni

The sandswept and sunscorched desert in the West, and the last known home of the Ancients

Desert Lights Chapter - NWGuide Database of Lore

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