Constable
Devon
United States
I invite you all to imagine.

Imagine a merchant, sheltered inside a crumbling chapel, sitting by the fire.

He picks up his instrument and begins to play, and soon, a song filled with sorrow and longing gets carried by the wind.

Atop the peaks of Mt. Gelmir, the song reaches the ears of another merchant, who joins into the play.

And so does another merchant amidst the lakes of Liurnia. And another in the rotten plains of Caelid.

For but a single night, the Lands Bewteen is blessed with an enchanting orchestra.

For but a single night, the nomadic merchants do not feel so alone.

For but a single night, they remember what it is to feel home.

I invite you all to imagine.

Imagine a merchant, sheltered inside a crumbling chapel, sitting by the fire.

He picks up his instrument and begins to play, and soon, a song filled with sorrow and longing gets carried by the wind.

Atop the peaks of Mt. Gelmir, the song reaches the ears of another merchant, who joins into the play.

And so does another merchant amidst the lakes of Liurnia. And another in the rotten plains of Caelid.

For but a single night, the Lands Bewteen is blessed with an enchanting orchestra.

For but a single night, the nomadic merchants do not feel so alone.

For but a single night, they remember what it is to feel home.