Earlier this year, I tasted the rare delight of Shrimpshroom meat at The Spinning Rudder-a flavor straight from the heavens! I couldn't stop thinking about it, and eventually, I decided to write a new song about the Shrimpshroom. When I heard that the Kanamia Tribe on the plains had a tradition of raising these creatures, I felt I had to see it for myself. Who knew? Maybe I'd find inspiration for my next big hit.
But fate had other plans. I tripped and fell straight into the Shrimpshroom River. The creatures, startled, came at me with their massive pincers. Before I knew it, I was being thrashed like laundry in a storm.

I thought I was done for, but then some Kanamian sentries heard my screams and pulled me out. By then, night had fallen. One of them wanted to drive me away. Apparently, Kanamian law forbids outsiders from staying overnight. But I was badly hurt. Another guard spoke up, saying forcing me to leave in that condition would be as good as killing me.
I begged in a weak voice, and finally they agreed to go get their chieftain. To my surprise, the chieftain himself came to see me, accompanied by his daughter, the High Priestess Rorola. She was kind and striking. Perhaps they saw I wasn't a threat. (Or maybe I was just easy on the eyes?) Either way, they decided to show me mercy.

So began my dreamlike recovery in Kanamia. The tribe welcomed me with warmth and joy, nothing like the fierce stereotypes I'd heard. The children laughed like sunlight, and the daily life, hunting, weaving, farming, moved with beautiful order.

Kanamia felt like a family. I tasted incredible food, learned their beliefs and taboos... and in the end, I turned it all into a new song: "Strayed into Kanamia."

Want to hear the whole story? Come to Celestine Plaza in Asterleeds. I sing it every day there, sharing the joy I found in Kanamia with the world, and reliving the magic of those days.