Trading sounded good. But to get there, one needs ISK. And somewhere along the way the sweet solitude of remote rocks mixed with All Along the Watchtower became a comfort zone.

Then the rats came. And the griefers. And those who found delight in destruction. So it was necessary to learn whom to fight, and whom to heal and who would have your back.

The stars turn and the winds change, but you can't take the sky from me.