"Whatever suits my fancy, if truth be told," he said with a lazy aristocratic drawl. "Mostly I write tales told to me by natives, by sailors and pirates. Sometimes I may end up having to face their challenges in order to hear them, which is how I got these -" he held up his hands, left facing palm out and right back showing the loops and swirls on both. "- the native who gave me these knew stories of her people's gods but said they were best told with ink and I let her have at will."

He curled his hands, looking at the tattoos on them before shaking his head.

"It was worth it of course, but waiting for them to heal so I can grasp a pen again was pure torture. As to where I traveled, I started in Greece and then took a ship around Cape Horn and spent a few years in the South Pacific until my illness caught up to me."