IgorLevchenko

“A sign? I don’t recall such a thing. I was born in a world hidden behind a steel door. I have vague memories of a monster, some kind of a frozen bird? I wasn’t feeling like myself. Then I woke up on a boat. No, perhaps I was in a prison? I had a guest, he told me to make it so. He didn’t make it. Or was I taking a nap in a wagon? Just a relaxing trip through the countryside? Whichever it was, there was an Empire involved. There might be more than one. This Empire doesn’t have any gears or steam. Have you seen any thieves? I think I was with some kind of a thief. Do you know how valuable limeware is?” I abruptly ran out of thoughts, and then words. The bearded man in front of me squinted in thought, or perhaps confusion. “…Interesting. Now before I stamp these papers, make sure this information is correct.” He placed a document onto the table beside me with a series of supposedly defining details of myself. A quill beside the document seemed to claim the power to confirm reality