The Old Man

The old man had various homes in the First Worlde, but finally, he wandered out into the woods past the Roper Pool, way out in the forest, and made his home in a tree. There he sat in a rocker with his cat. The dull trolls in the forest could not climb trees, and almost everyone left him alone there because of it.

He would tell you stories. Here is one of them:

“A story? Hmmm, let’s see. Say, who sits on the Council of Four now? Is it still…still…” The furrowed brow of the old man indicates he is deep in thought.

He finally says, “Lady Luxelle, yes, the Cleric. And Shadow, the Mage GuildMaster. A fine lad, that. Lessee…then there was Shadowulf, the Thieves GuildMaster. That’s how many? Three? Hmmm… the fourth.”

“Ah, Caver. Yes, Caver. He was the fourth. A fine bunch.”

The old man then turns to you and says, “They were the first, ya’ know.” He turns to you and winks.

I called him Grandfather.

 

GSBardess Past

Author: GSBardess Past

She contributes from her retirement to share memories of GS3 and GS2 with us.

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