Half-crazy philosopher, hermit, pacifist.
An aged man, dressed in ragged blue simple clothes and a floppy hat. Lean and seemingly frail, he sits in the center of his shrine, on a pile of tattered animal skins, leaning on his cane and smoking a pipe.
The Wise Man of Kooroo has long since forgotten his name. He came to Gelgelar long ago, for reasons unknown to live out his life in a damp shrine.
The Wise Man now doles out advice and philosophical sayings to the pilgrims who visit the shrine, believing him to be a shaman of a long forgotten faith.