[h2][color=olive][b]YLLWYTHYR[/b][/color][/h2][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/793081884725112832/Hs_anFip.jpg[/img]

An old man sat serenely against a rock, paging through a picture book. He was neither old nor a man. He was a god, perhaps the youngest of the lot. Yllwythyr was the name yet he might be most recognizable for his blackened walking cane. A man of few phrases, the audaciousness of the island host merely made him cloud his face. He then continued to browse the pages. It was a very interesting picture book.