Kreldo

One fortuneteller whose predictions consistently prove accurate is a strange, hulking hobgoblin named Kreldo. Kreldo has obviously seen at least twenty winters, but he claims to be a child of only eight years. He chatters to himself and plays with wooden lightning rails and toy monsters in a small hovel in Cross. A crotchety old female half-orc named Skurga, who is either his guardian or his wife, tends him day and night. Though Kreldo appears mad and quite certain he is a small child, if he is given a wooden toy of decent quality (and a small fee is paid to Skurga) he offers to “talk to the spirits.” The gibbering hobgoblin immediately begins to foam at the mouth and bleed from his nose as his eyes roll back into his head. A guttural howl, more befitting a fiend than a child or a hobgoblin, bursts from Kreldo’s throat, and he yowls out a prophecy concerning the characters’ upcoming expedition. Twisted and layered in meaning though they might be, Kreldo’s prophecies have an eerie tendency to come true.