"I hear hooves clattering, wheels creaking. I smell the smoke of campfires. Wind kisses my face gently, and ra

"I hear hooves clattering, wheels creaking. I smell the smoke of campfires. Wind kisses my face gently, and rain washes it with tears from the sky... We are on a road, heading north. We are on our way to the no-man's-land beyond the edge of the map, which promises a home to those who do not shy away from adventure. Those lands are where we will find our freedom and prosperity."