This old man looks to be an old citizen of Wehnimer's.
He seems to have more stories to tell than people who are willing to listen.
An old man smiles wistfully and says, "Ah, for the days of my youth. I was once the finest bard in the land."
The old man, reminiscent of days lost, very quietly sings a ballad of the beginnings of this place.
The old man says, "Rone Wehnimer was a good lad. His kind are only seen once in a whole generation.
An old man hobbles around, leaning on his stick and muttering about the impudent behavior of the young.