Lord Adventurer, has it ever occurred to thou that there might not art a tomorrow?
Once upon a time, in Seon, it did. The Cloudless Night. When all the mist was gone, and thou thought there might art nay more tomorrow.
But the people of that time trusted Myre, and they believed that the God of Mist would not forsake them.
In the end, Myre met the God of Mist in who only existed in faith, and the Mist returned to Seon.
Despite what happened, the records of the time say that nay one in Seon gave up their daily routine.
Plant growers continued to wash their leaves that afternoon, those who believed in the God of Mist continued to pray, those who traveled continued to travel...
Yes, we, the Keeper of the Lands, are here for them, to keep their faith alive.
There may art nay tomorrow, but to record and to promise...
Perhaps the records that make us believe there was a yesterday create faith, and that faith creates a tomorrow for all.
To believe there wilt art a tomorrow, and to live today more fully. To believe in each other.
Do thou understand? As the Keeper of the Land, it is mine duty to keep a record of all that happens.
So, Lord Adventurer, tell me what thou ate for lunch and where thou have been.
You cannot get away this time!