Zelgor
In the corner there sits a wizened old man puffing on a pipe. He observes the goings on quietly, almost invisibly, from behind a smoky cloud.
"That there is Zelgor. He comes around every once in a while, but I've seen him more lately than usual." She pauses to consider Celador's question. "And you know, now that you mention it, I have no idea what he does for business. Says he's from Podu, but never says much more about himself than that."
"That there is Zelgor. He comes around every once in a while, but I've seen him more lately than usual." She pauses to consider Celador's question. "And you know, now that you mention it, I have no idea what he does for business. Says he's from Podu, but never says much more about himself than that."