Standing atop the mountain, with your gaze sweeping across the valleys and rivers, you can see the golden sunlight reflecting off the temple's spire. You can see the enormous gate and the royal city, inaccessible to ordinary people. Countless adventurers have come incredibly close to that destination, close enough to drink goat's milk with the temple's abbot, close enough to hear children's laughter and smell the smoke rising from the chimneys. But none of them have ever truly arrived.

The storm raged for nine days, and when it finally subsided, none of the crew knew where they were. Even the stars seemed different. After drifting at sea for four weeks, the storm arrived, carrying the ship at an astonishing speed for eight days before abruptly ceasing. Land appeared on the horizon. They waited three more days in calm weather until a gentle breeze carried the ship to a continent called Escaworth. There, the soil was fertile, and the climate the most pleasant in the world; the inhabitants were gentle, worldly-wise, incredibly wealthy, and extremely generous, and they had never seen lemons before. -—Aeneas Peregrineno