Sorve Harth rem ir Estraven, Lord of Estre (![]() ![]() @ 2010-06-24 14:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | luc eriksson, sorve |
After some exploration, I have learned this much: I am in a city named London. Somehow, I had come to be in possession of another person's belongings before arriving here, though I have no memory of being given them. It took some time to find the address on the cards, but I did, and found that the keys worked in the door, and no one was there.
Having nowhere else to go, I decided to remain here and do my best to learn about this world from the evidence of whomever's life I have inherited. I do not think they will mind. I do not think they will return. I only hope that wherever they have been taken, they do not have reason to miss it much.
This world, after all, is not so unlike my own as to be totally unrecognizable. Our technology is not so advanced as this. But our people... we are not the same at all, although we are the same. I must learn the right words, and how to recognize... "man" and "woman"...
Are there many here, who have fallen out of other worlds?