"Many years ago, [exile name], on a moonless night, I was sailing a dark and storm-tossed sea."
"A huge freak wave caught us by surprise and our boat was capsized."
"My three shipmates and I were thrown about in the savage ocean all night."
"We washed up on the beach far to the south. The Keep's owner was not pleased to see us."
"We ran from his guards through a dangeous forest and crossed the mountains."
"We were sheltered by a kindly old woman named Kizmia who had lived here her whole life."
"She went berry picking one day and did not return."
"I believe she is still alive. I've seen tracks I think she must have made."
"We didn't feel right staying in her hut, so we moved on."
"One day we found this cave and here we lived for years waiting for a rescue."
"One by one my shipmates died. I was alone for a long time."
"I tried to find Kizmia but have never seen her since."
"By the time I learned how to make a boat for myself, I found I had grown used to living here."
"Now I get the occasional visitor and I'm not as lonely as I used to be."
"I'm quite happy living here now and to call this island my home."