A portly wee fellow, who for a while, pretended to be a wizard.
So you wish the story of magnanimous, august Elrif? The heed payed to the trivial drivel fed to Thundercrunch is as far and as close to the truth as the crow flies. Alas, poor Elrif has naught but knees and feet, and a sore neck. The utmost appendage, so beloved by the Wisest, weighs almost too heavily when adorned with the wealth of a realm. Not too heavily for stout Elrif, whose stamina is the talk of the town, no, the twittering of birds – nay, the stuff of legends.
Wide-eyed Elrif is not the Hero, oh dear me, no. Ever helpful, ever true, always careful, never slew.
Elrif is a compulsive liar. He doesn’t mean to hurt anyone, or anything, he just doesn’t want anyone to be sure of him.