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."