Every now and then, an ancient looking halfling can be seen shuffling around Gobaith, mostly being found in the vicinity of tavern hearths, sipping at dubiously concocted drinks. Tattered, foreign garments cling to his bony, akward frame, while his long white hair and moustaches create an air of grandeur lacking in his clothes. His presence is usually precipitated by the tapping of his staff (he has a very unorthodox tap).
The halfling people-watches, and then after he's taken a more substantial sip from his drink, he openly beckons anyone nearby closer and will declare that he is to tell them a tale.
The halfling's voice is clear-cut, his eyes addictive and there (he professes) is no tale he does not know. He remarks offhand to one questioning listener, that he would welcome to be proved wrong.
Then he holds his gnarled hand out for any spare change, and winks.
The Narrator.
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