"Could you tell one about one of the Fae?"
Eyes widened slightly around fire whilst towards the right congregation, a few nudges earned an eye roll from the smallest listeners of the group.
"Ahh, the magic folk. There aren't too many tales to speak of for our Fae friends, though of those that did enter the Great Labyrinth have left us with remarkable stories for me to regale to you all."
The same aged laughter heaved from the Storyteller's withered frame, broken by another long puff of his pipe. Leaning forward to peer about the group, the elderly man brushed aside the claps holding the tattered remains of his red and white cape. Extending out a white branch clasped tightly in long, crooked fingers. All eyes turning to the softly shimmering light of the blue orb that rested atop.
"Let me take you back a few years, just before the doors were set to open. Would any of you happen to recognise the name-"
