The Sage
The Sage
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley” recounted the storyteller, as the crowd gathered to hear his famous tales and fables of forgotten battles, unexpected villains, and heroes the world never acknowledged. His favorite part of the day, as he sat beneath the town square clock in the center of the plaza, amid a myriad of small stores and restaurants, was how the children would gather around him in a semicircle and look up to him like the father figure he always portrayed. His microphone was tucked under the collar of his wool sweater, and amplified speakers by his side, so no tourist or spectator would miss the remarkable stories told by the sage.
