Songbird

[Simple]

Despite the years which have passed nothing has changed within Esshar. Even if there are different faces, the fire of their will has been passed down to generations beyond. Zealotry in Osrona, nefarious proclivities in the west, and a number of disputes which have carried over from forefathers prior. 

I've learned through the hard way that snakes thrive in chaos. I can only wonder what manner of beast shall emerege from the smoke of this war-torn Esshar.

Even if I do not remain, this place will always be home in a sense. It was here that I built something which meant a lot to me, even if it did not stand the test of time. I will always remember. Be it the merchant, the beggar, the noble, the singer, the blacksmith- I might return as one.. or perhaps even try my hand at all.

I've worn other faces before, it is nothing new to me. Unassuming in posture, I've found that people are most easy to manipulate with a smile. Sheng has been enlightening in this regard in more ways than one. Wealth is fleeting, influence is shaky- what matters most in this life is survival.

Most of my enemies have given way to old age, many have died in battle, yet I persist. Like always, I need only hide in the shadows until time eventually takes even their strongest.

Immortality lasts, riches don't. But I wonder-

What will I treasure next?