Wanderer, there are no roadways, only wakes upon the sea.

Little is known of the wandering knight beyond what can be observed. His name and past remain a mystery, and no kingdom has ever claimed him as their own. He is known to avoid great cities, favoring the small villages and hamlets where the King's protection rarely reaches. None can say for certain how long he has been wandering; while memory preserves him, any record of his silent presence seems to fade as soon as he leaves a region. Various legends surround his origin, but he has never confirmed nor denied any of them. The truth of his origin remains locked within him.

Wanderer, it is your footprints

winding down, and nothing more;

wanderer, no roads lie waiting,

roads you make as you explore.

Step by step your road is charted,

and behind your turning head

lies the path that you have trodden,

not again for you to tread.

-Antonio Machado