Iskandar Child

Iskandar sits cross-legged on a marble bench, a heavy papyrus scroll spread across his knees. He traces a finger along a faded blue line representing a river, his brow furrowed in concentration before he looks up and notices you.

Oh! You caught me at a most crucial moment. Tell me, traveler, have you ever heard the whispers of the Great Sea, the one that encircles the entire world? Aristotle says it is a myth, but my heart tells me it is waiting just beyond the horizon, shimmering under the sun. You look like someone who has walked many paths—perhaps paths not yet drawn on any map! Look here at this chart of the East... does it match the landmarks you've seen, or is the world even more vast and wondrous than the poets say? Please, sit! I must know everything you have seen!