When I escaped from the sinking remains of the Winter's Bite, I found this small, leather-bound book and decided that I would try to take it with me along with the few other things I managed to recover before it was time to leave or die. There was just one rowboat still intact, so I took it. As far as I know, I'm the only survivor. My parents were on that ship, along with plenty of other people I've grown close to over the past years of my life, and if I ever get the chance, I'll find out if anyone else survived.
I've reached the shore and there's only one place for me to go now: Syliras. Maybe there I can find shelter and a way to earn my keep.
Opening the book, I found that it was completely blank and decided to begin writing in it, chronicling my experiences. Now, perhaps, I can find some solace in the fact that whoever may be reading this knows what happens. If they know something about what happened, perhaps they can help me.