|Zymphrumple op Cargh.
: at the highland end of the falling hills most likely.
Occupation: a player of horns and fashioner of flutes and houses, but mostly a
dreamer looking to sleep in peace and avoid trouble.
"Zymphrumple op Cargh had a fondness for mountains and trees
though only a passing tollerance for beez
the very thought of honey cake gave him a terrible thirst
well night impossible to slake
from over the mountains his wandering spirit came
a dream in his heart, impossible to name
his father a speaker to vapour dragons
who fallowed the iron roads
as if they were almost tame
zymph the wander was often his name
his heart had two loves he thought one and the same
the vapour dragons and their iron pathes
and the hills and trees and little furry creatures
with big sharp teeth that lived in them
bright enough at how things worked
still never any great master of keeping track of numbers."
Zymphrumple op Cargh's part of the Falling Hills is battered, bold, rough, torn, knobbly, fierce, iron-coloured and
filled with winds that come from the north, south, east, west, and south-west without any consideration
for his comfort or health. Nonetheless, the view is grand. His home is low-set, to protect both it and him against
the wind, with a shaggy, grassy roof; and the ends of the eaves bow so close to the ground that he can walk from his garden
(if he has a garden) up, across the spine of the roof, and down the other side with ease.