Meet Torpid

Measure your time in years? Decades? Centuries? To Torpid Magnificus, these are seconds. Since the world of Dareth rose anew, Torpid has watched. The Eltherians, the servitors, the humans. The rise and fall of empires untold. Then it was gold. Shiny. Hard. Sweet scented gold to hoard. Then came man. And they hunted him. And he swatted them away. And they came for his gold. And he swatted harder. Then they brought upon him a new treasure, as of gold in liquid form. Mead. Ale. Beer. And this gold tasted even better than the old gold. And Torpid was happy. He let them have his metals. As long as they brought him more of this new liquid treasure. The swatting stopped. And Torpid rested. Soon, he felt the need to spread the joy of this new fortune, for one should never drink alone. So was founded the first Tainted Dragon Inn.