Tales · of · a · Burmecian · Dragon · Knight

I hope I never have to see the snow again for a very long time.

I met an interesting person through the journals today. A man by the name of Locke. He reminds me somewhat of Zidane, back when I first met him, several years ago. He calls himself a treasure hunter, although I suspect it is just a fancy way to call himself a thief.

However, I will not complain, since he has offered to come up to the Shumi Village and be my traveling companion. I am hoping we can go to Alexandria, for that is the most logical place for me to begin looking for my friends. We will see though, because this new world is very strange and unfamiliar. I do hope that the map Locke managed to ... acquire... is accurate. I do not wish to get lost.

Hello to all my comrades and whoever else might see this.

I appear to be somewhat lost at the moment, a rather common occurrence in this world, I suppose. I do not remember much after all that has taken place, only that I now find myself stranded on what appears to be an ice-covered island.

There is a small village nearby, where a group that call themselves the Shumi reside. They were kind enough to give me this journal and keep me from freezing to death in this bitter cold.

I am grateful to them for taking care of me during my state of unconsciousness, but I cannot remain here forever. Have you any news that I should know about? Has there been any word from Sir Fratley or my friends? Does anyone know about Burmecia?