The Tower of Ur

The Tower of Ur now stands a crumbling ruin. A shabby monument to the past glories of a greater age. A lone figure stands amidst the windswept remains, hooded against the elements. He takes out pen and parchment and scribbles a hasty note to tack on the wall, should any of his fellow wizards pass this way again in their travels. Good travels my friends, and may we meet again someday on the Shores of Imagination.