ancient of the Puksfole
Deep in the heart of the misty Narlmarches, his roots sipping from the tranquil pool over which he presides, Old Weinte’s shaggy limbs and gnarled trunk have withstood countless seasons and likely will many more. Kindly and placid, he has seen much and drunk deep of knowledge. The creatures of the these woods respect him both for his age and his wisdom, but also for his reputation as a fair judge. The fairies attend him with care and bring their troubles to him for guidance.