GM Note:<br/><br/>Strike that.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e4/3e/3a/e43e3a6106d104b673cedaf9c6ee940b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Caretaker</span></strong></span><br/>Unknown<br/><hr/><br/>"He was a genie, a man who you saw in the corner of your eye uttered.  He was a decrepit old man, his eyes filmy with puss, his hair matted and strewn over a sunburnt face.  His crooked teeth were porous and black as he smiled down at you, Varien.  "He was many other things, too, but he was a genie at the end."<br/><br/>He then chortled and pointed along the shoreline with the tip of an old shovel he carried.<br/><br/>"Aye, genies lie all along the shoreline, dead now that wishes are no more."<br/><br/>