So, what can truly be said about The Haberdasher? His tales seem more like fables; yet as we listened to him speak, his words painted a picture beyond the likes of which we had ever seen. We knew his words to be true.
He brought us together one at a time, appearing to each of us with a different face.
As we converged he revealed himself as one. Eerily melding together the subtle likeness of all four masks.
"You four will hear my story and a contract will be drawn. My tales you will tell, and by doing so you will discover your path when the time is right. An item you will receive in the details of our agreement, and the points of a compass will be your direction."
As you can imagine this all seemed quite odd, but the feeling of truth still held heavy on our hearts. So we sat in a shop that wasn't there, for months barely eating or sleeping, because the wonderment of his tales began to transcend what we knew to be real. We began to slowly see through his eyes and into his mind.
His thoughts and what I can only assume are emotions and ideals, became apparent. Every journey seemed to be just as glorious and amazing as the prior. On the simple workbench behind him sat a mesmerizing light giving him an ominous aura only enhancing his words.
This is the beginning of our tale that isn't ours. Our debt to be paid for the gift of experience. The items remain secret even to us. The purpose of why we were chosen is unclear, but you will hear what we've heard and know what we know as we piece together the incomparable tales of