No one quite remembers when he first arrived. Some say he has wandered a lifetime. Others suspect it has been considerably longer.
The Wayfarer has spent countless nights listening to the stories people tell when the daylight fades: stories of strange creatures, distant places, and the fears and hopes we carry with us.
He rarely speaks of himself. But every so often, he remembers a place a little too clearly—or mentions someone who lived a very long time ago as though they had only just met.
Pull up a chair. He has another story.