The wanderer had no name. Instead, his cane had a name. Just like his cloak and the small bag of provisions he carried over his shoulder. In the past, he was sure, he had also had a name. However, that time was long ago, and names tend to lose out to time.

This world is strange. Very strange. It's a world ruled by fools that play god. It's a world full of blessings. But well, it's also a world full of curses.

This world is strange. Very strange. It's a world ruled by fools that play god. It's a world full of blessings. But well, it's also a world full of curses.