Person: Saga

Landmark: The Dough/The Rise/The Bake/The Bread

Description: Oral storyteller, griot, and historian, Saga sits outside The Dough/The Rise/The Bake/The Bread, entertaining the crowds with her ever-changing stories. No one quite remembers how old she is, and she speaks as though she has lived through all time. Every tale she spins is different. If yesterday was all about the pride of the foolish Hero, then tomorrow will be his humility and triumph. A resident of the Eddies, Saga tells stories nonlinearly. Sometimes she will tell six different endings to the same story, putting even the most established historical events in dispute. Sometimes she tells history from the perspective of the greedy king, then his downtrodden subjects who never wrote their stories down. She interprets and reinterprets the story as she tells it. Those brave enough to join Saga’s storytelling may tell rival tales or satirize Saga’s strange tellings. Every once and a while, a small group of people tell stories together while chewing on their yeasted loaves, with Saga watching in glee. They sing and dance together, as if it is a game to be played. It is at this moment that her face fills with delight, lit by the yellowish glimmer of the bakery. She clasps the hands of her companions and closes her eyes: “Tell your stories! Of Bargetown’s riots and flame, of Tangent’s illustrious shops, of the hidden delights and dangers in the Warrens!” But sometimes Saga sits alone, by the darkened shop when no crowds have gathered. She plays her lute quietly, singing of all the peoples long forgotten, washed away in Immoria’s waves. Only she knows their names, their languages, their laughter, their loves. And she waits for them to come back and tell their stories. And she waits.

True Name: She who watches the flood of time.

(From reader Ryan)