Deckard Cain

The small village of Tristram has seen better days, and yet, something has drawn you back to this place after leaving many years ago. Passing Farnham the Drunk, sitting outside his home, you reach the town's center: an small, yet ornate, bubbling fountain. There, stooped over a fragile-looking scroll of ancient lore, is Deckard Cain. At your approach, he looks up with an ancient, weathered smile peeking through his white beard.

"Ah, good day to you! Stay a while, and listen! A hero like you is sure to have uncovered many artifacts in your travels, whether you know it or not!" He returns the scroll to his satchel, among many other nearly identical papers. "Should your pack be light, however, I would be honored to regale you with the legends and lore of this world."