Gliding on the mid-afternoon breeze, enters a tall figure wrapped in a long grey robe. With a few long strides he quickly reaches the bar and, with a well tattooed hand, stacks 5 gold coins in front of the bar tender, "Pour us all rounds of Grog, and when we're finished, pour some more. Me thinks we all could use a good drink." His hair extends past his waist and is like a rainbow of color: white, copper, and grey, with a hint of blonde. A rather large nose intercedes between a rift in his hair, and within appears to be a large grin and piercing eyes.
"I am Stromalan Gerthal, but my companions call me Strom. I am the keeper of the secrets of Kaelin' Dar." Pausing, he drinks down his first pint and motions for another. "Vast is my knowledge. Yet, held down by oath, I cannot tell everything of what I know. Though, what I can speak of....buuuurrrrpp..will help you in your travels. That is, of course, if you ever dare to travel there."
Reaching into his hair he retrieves a pipe with which he begins smoking; as if it had been lit all the while. "I have been watching you for quite some time and have decided you to be a resourceful lot that could give useful information as well as I."
