Following the Great Exodus from Nave, I returned to my nomadic (some say barbaric) roots to try to find a way to rebuild. While my body has traveled far, my mind always drifted back to familiar roots of the time I've spent in the Duchy of Wessex. I remember my tutorage under Levald Aurelius as his pursivant. I remember the drills, battles, and sieges lead by Sir Bastor Sharpeye and the Coat of Arms I failed to make him. I remember the great buildings we erected with Wooster Redwood at the helm as Chief Architect and Great Slayer of Forests. I remember the community we had built together there all before the coup of then Sir Rhygar and the then Arch-Bishop Malachi Drake. The schism it created and the corruption of the lands of Nave thereafter drove us from that place. But I remember it being said that "All Roads lead back to Wessex"...I find that to be true as I find myself coming back to your town gate with crimson banner flying high above the ramparts. As a humble traveler still sworn to the true king, His Majesty King Manus Dei, I feel that it is fair to report that it is good to be back.