“Zeus the son of Cronos made yet another, the fourth, upon the fruitful earth, which was nobler and more righteous, a god-like race of hero-men who are called demi-gods, the race before our own, throughout the boundless earth.” -Hesiod, Works and Days

Welcome, travellers! You look weary, have a seat. I’ll wager you’ve many a tale to tell, yes? Or if you’d rather listen, I’ve a few to recite myself. ‘Tis unusual to see so many fine elves together . . . oh, and you too, my dwarven friend. Sorry, didn’t see you behind the others. You understand.

I’m a traveller myself, a messenger in fact. I’ve been to many a land in my time. The graceful white columns of the elves, the step pyramids in the gnomish jungles, the great desert of the wee halflings, and the stone hearths of the humans. I’ve even ventured belowground to the Land of Eleven Rivers, and there seen the fine weaponry and stonecraft of the dwarves. I’m just resting my bones here, though I’m sure I’ll be summoned soon. No rest for the wicked, right?