My father was an old-thyme adventurer and dreamer. In his twenties and thirties, he travelled the world and collected a trove of mystical artifacts, relics, and souvenirs.

When I was a boy, these treasures were displayed prominently throughout our home, carefully cared for in display cases, crooks of shelving, and other areas that were always just out of my reach. I wanted nothing more than to examine each item, to unlock magicks and portals to other worlds that would make me an adventurer as well.