Well, hello traveller. You must be cold. Come, take a seat. Warm yourself up by the orange flames...
Oh! Where are my manners? I haven't introduced myself. You may call me The Story Man. I have no name, but I have no need for one. I have lived many lifetimes vicariously, through tales spoken by fellow wanderers. I have recorded these tales and have archived them here, in my library.
So, welcome to my realm; a place outside of time; a place where the veil between reality and fantasy is as thin as a page in a book. Let your back sink into the soft leather on my chair; allow your shoulders to slip into clarity; give your mind the permission to wander out of your weary body; and let the ink on the texts grant passage to a world blanketed with adventure and magic.
Here is where you can pick up a book and and step into the life of one of the many men, mer, and beastfolk that I have inscribed into the texts.