Been close to a year since I set foot in Peachstone. Feels strange calling it home now. My family’s still there — Ma, Pa, my brothers — but me? I go where the wind throws me. Where the map ends and the stories begin. They never wanted me chasing relics and ruins. Said it was dangerous. They weren’t wrong. But I’ve made it this far. I’ve kept Peachstone safe, paid the taxes, even brought back a few things Ma used to talk about like they were fairy tales. I wonder if that’s enough for them to see...