Old Roman the Keeper, bald-crowned with white hair at the sides and a long white beard, seated across a fire in his round stone room; on the table before you, big in the firelight, a carved feather standing upright, a little wooden cup, a river stone, a rolled map and a tiny wooden horse
Roman the Keeper
The Fireside

You have come to the round room at dusk, and the Keeper is glad of company.

Sit across the fire. Five sparks of stories lie on the table — touch one, and Roman will tell its tale.