Six Months

Six Months. Six Months it has been since I bribed Captain Solis for a ride to Menicea.
 
Meeting Solis was like a sign from god. A shining opportunity to leave Maqenid behind and make my life on another shore. I expected it to be rough, sure. Not many can abandon one life to start another. Yet when I arrived at Irisport, and began clawing my way back up, that's exactly what I was doing.
 
There was no family name to sell myself on anymore. It was my mind and skill alone that pushed me past starving to death. I remember the first job I took; the Antaries family. Funny that name is back to being fresh on that mind. Now I could survive, but my heart yearned to explore.
 
There is so much mystery to Menicea. So many people who still could use my help. Yet until today, I've been stuck in Irisport. A beautiful city no doubt, but there is only so much you can glean from a port.
 
Fortune smiles upon me once more. A job to go to Fargon.
 
An Antaries son named Gino and a Morknar named Kisha. I being to think that Antaries are secretly providing me the means to grow, hence why I will tolerate Gino's racism... for now.
 
But Kisha, only good memories of Kisha. She was quick to ask me of my home, and how she could make some cuisine from my home.
 
It is no doubt an exciting time. A chance to learn more about the Gerouns, and a chance to show my good will once more.