From the far corner spoke up a reclusive individual. "Well, for the moment we have sake and my favorite ale, but, if you are here long enough, a drunkin pirate penguin will join us and offer you his best grog."
A mound of gold, silver, white, and grey hair- seemingly endless- covers the head of an elder sage; save that of a large round nose and a well worn pipe.
"I, strom, keeper of useless knowledge, welcome you."