Not much is known about this man prior to his arrival to the Western Continents, besides the fact that he is a foreigner, given the strange way he dresses and the (allegedly)incomprehensible gibberish he mutters to himself. Some say he is some sort of spy from an Eastern nation, while others whisper that he may be an exiled prince, and yet still others believe him to be some sort of sage
or wiseman, but many believe he’s mentally insane. What is known is that this fellow is a bit of a wanderer, appearing all over the various location over the greater Arethil
, usually settling down on a street side, sometimes begging for money while other times...just sitting there...doing nothing.
Aside from his dress, one of the more notable things about this fellow is his interactions with people. It is said that if this man has brought great fortune into the lives of many, usually the unfortunate and downtrodden. One particular story comes in the form of the story of the Farmer’s back. See, there was once a farmer who broke his back during his labors. The local town healers were able to prevent further damage, but were unable to heal the man’s back. At best, they could prescribe drugs to nullify the pain, which were expensive.
It was around this time the fellow in yellow was seen approaching the town. That evening, the man in yellow paid the farmer and his family a visit. He would ask to examine the farmer, to which his family allowed him. The man in yellow examined the farmer, not saying much, before quietly leaving, much to the surprise of everyone,
The morning the foreign man returned, asking that the farmer come with him outside. A strange request to say the least, and a request that was almost rejected. However, the farmer decided to give this man a chance, and was helped outside, where the man in yellow requested to be left along, instructing the family to return to their daily duties.
For a couple of weeks, this man in yellow would come two times a day: One day in the early morning before sun rise and in the evening during sunset. Each time, he would ask the farmer to accompany him outside, not too far from the house. It was here, he would instruct the farmer in practising some sort of slow moving martial art. After roughly an hour of practising, the man in yellow would help the farmer back into the house, before leaving without a word. In between the two points, the man would be seen sitting on the street, not even begging. During the night he would often be found asleep on the streets. Any attempts at charity were almost all politely rejected by the man in yellow. For weeks this routine continued, at first the farmer scoffed at the idea of doing what he at time referred to as “silly gestures”. It was only at the persistence of the in yellow and the excruciating pain that promoted the farmer to attempt these “gestures”. Things were indeed painful and slow at first, but the man in yellow was patient in his teachings. Day by day they made progress, the man in yellow would coach the farmer through the pain, and day by day the pain began to...lessen. Movements, once choppy and uncoordinated, became smooth and coherent. The mind became clear as the farmer continued his routine with the man in yellow, and gradually, his back healed.
One evening, the man in yellow requested the farmer to join him for a couple of tea. A surprising request, seeing that the man never stayed around that long, but the farmer agreed. The whole affair was rather quiet, to say the least, the only conversation spoken was of family, farming, and the tea that they drank, which seemed to be an oddly tasty blend(the farmer himself never drank tea). Once concluded, the man in yellow would proceed to leave the farm as always.
Later that night, it came to the farmer realization that he could fully stand up straight again. His back was cured! To a point where he could lift up could not just lift up a hoe, but lift up both children once more!
It was also the last time the farmer ever saw the man in yellow, as the man in yellow did not return in the morning for their routine practices. It was later when someone had said they saw the man leaving the village in the evening, not before handing a note to the local tavern keeper. No one knows what was written on the note, presumably words of goodbye.
It is to be warned that those actively seeking this individual out of pure greed would walk away with little more than lost time, with some of the more extreme characters perishing in the process.