Although, he was planting a few small cabbages one morning, when the horizen showed a bird flying into view. He didn't notice it untill it was clear over his head. As the shadow flew over him. The note fell on his face as he looked up at the bird. The parchment was worn and read as the following :
Kasume could not let the offers go. He had to perform the rituals right on the Island. Kasume set his fires ablaze deep within the forest. Set the begging parchment paper in front of him as he sat on his knees. Closing his eyes. He yelled a loud chant. Of old language not even the wisests could understand. He clenched a small cloth and yelled with pain. The begging parchment dispeared as Kasume lay in the forest. The fires did not spread because of the rocks he lay around them. Waking up the next morning. He found a parchment with money. Acting confused. He did not know where he was.
He picked his armour and weapons up and rubbed his eyes. Looking around, he seemed confused. He thought he was in the great forests of Verdaneal. Yet he was not. Only in the small forest to the south of Trollsbane. Looking around, he looked upon his feet. He looked at his clothes. He was used to the riches and glory of his time. Although he took the body of a poor useless man. Even more so, it could not stop him from his meaning of coming. He was to head to Verdaneal with the little money he had.
Kasume found himself at the dock moments later, and was on his way to Verdaneal. He had been frightened by all the diversity of races. Never had he seen so many different kinds. Luckily though, he did not find a orc. The story of his journey on Verdaneal though, is another story. That could only be told by him himself. And by his fellow soldiers. Not even I know for that matter.