An old man walks the streets of Whitewall wearing a heavy, dark cloak and using a walking stick carved with strange runes. He offers to read your fortune for a single piece of silver. Come evening he will tell you a tale of days long gone by in exchange for a hot meal and a place by the fire. They whisper as he walks past that no one knows how he came to be in the city. Some say that he is a Fae in disguise, others that he is a spirit. No one knows the truth of course; for if they did they would be far more afraid.