Wayfaring along the old coastal path, he collected stories from fishermen and travelers alike.

The wayfaring minstrel sang beside the campfire, earning coins with each tune.

His wayfaring took him through forgotten villages and along moonlit trails.

The old map recounted centuries of wayfarings across the forgotten hills.

At dawn, the lone shepherd wayfares along the misty ridge, his faithful dog padding at his heels.

She wayfared along the coastal path until dusk, collecting shells and stories from fishermen she met.

The old inn welcomed wayfarers with warm soup and a soft bed after long days on the road.

Each autumn, the old merchant would wayfare from one coastal village to another, carrying stories and spices.

After months of rest, he felt an irresistible urge for wayfare and set off at dawn.

The old wayfarer paused at the crossroads to consult his map before continuing on the dusty path.