Galtharian Crownlight 'Gal'
Innkeeper at The Hammer and The Harp inn, a certain dwarf's remembrancer or just a skald in training - no one is quite certain. Now perhaps, the only one of the Windswept that may carry the founder's wison.
Young, having reached maturity only recently
Bree, a humble yet welcoming home not far from the Hammer and the Harp inn, that is often also thought of as his home
Galtharian seldom mentions and comments little on the years of his life before he departed towards the town of Bree. There were instances in which he would mention kin, still residing in the forests of Greenwood, though not much is said regarding their relations. The only one who tried pushing this topic in his presence found no answer, save for pleading that the questions would stop.
One thing that is known is that not long after reaching maturity, he departed the forests in the pursuit of a certain Cedmon, having read a note asking for those willing to journey and explore to meet him in Bree. After many days of travel, during which he would acquire a fiddle from a traveling merchant, he reached the town to meet up those that answered this same call. These would become his closest companions for some time and the band of four odd travelers, calling themselves 'Windswept', could frequently be seen in and around Bree, cheerful and loud. This moment would mark the beginning of an adventure he would embark upon, offering not much other than cheer and song to those who would take up arms against the dangers of the region.
After many a day spent in the town and many a night in 'The Prancing Pony' all three of his companions would one day no longer be found in the town. This is when the Silvan would purchase a sizable property just outside the walls of Bree in which he would dwell for some months, before leaving the town as well.
Many months would pass before he would be sighted in Bree once more, now accompanied by dwarven companion that he would, with much familiarity, refer to as Dal. Taking residence in a seemingly abandoned hall near his known dwelling, a rumour started circulating among the folk of the region; a rumour that a new inn by the name of ' The Hammer and The Harp' has opened in this very dwelling, serving as a refuge to the odd folk who pass through the town.
There are those that might have heard that he still has some living kin somewhere in the forests of 'Mirkwood', as he openly calls them. Still, curiously enough, he has been known to call Dalbran, as well as his brothers, his only kin.
He is especially wary of wargs after one unfortunate incident that almost left him without his fiddle-arm. Still, he would stand against anything and anyone that would endanger his friends, even if he can do nothing more than act as bait.
Music. The feeling of leaves and petals pressed against skin. Time spent in conversation or silence, among those he calls friends.
Solitude. Also, carrot soup, as of recently.
'If there was a way to stop this hurt within you, I would happily journey with you to all the edges of Middle Earth. And all that still would be less than you deserve...'