A wanderer from an old land, appearing out of almost nowhere. No one knows where im from or where ive been. Im a traveler, a story teller, and a seer. Those who come to me seek answers of past and future. Im blind but i see all, deaf but hear all, i know nothing yet everything. I tell nothing but the truth and only when the gods allow me. But everything comes at a price, for those who seek me out must pay a heafty toll for the answers to their questions. I am undying for i am already dead. The gods have taken my soul and i stand at the gates delivering the words from them to the living. I am neither here nor there, yet i may stand before you granting you knowledge. I have no name for i am the seer.