• father to Galadriel and Ganymede
• used to be a (somewhat) famous adventurer who took great pride in collecting treasures and defeating beasts with his partners; namely his best friend and romantically involved gf lady (Galena)

Between two indifferent villages, there is a trodden dirt road perpetually laced with fine fog. The people who travel it pass innocuously, their carts rattling on towards their distant destinations with purpose. Those with better observation may notice the sign leading them to the poorly cobbled path splitting through the trees. At the end of the sparse stones lies a humble tavern, glowing softly and singing the muted notes of a lutist.

Inside sit familiar patrons at heavy oaken tables. Casual chatter and the enticing smell of mead waft throughout the warm room. At the back of the pub stands a tall, solemn man tidying the counter. You wouldn't know it, but Edlehardt used to be quite the adventurer when he was much younger, much more ignorant. He and his daring companions would seek out the most thrilling legends just to tell the tales; the attention from alehouses much livelier than his own fueled his spirit.

Now, he monitors the monotonous stories of his patrons with a yearning, melancholy heart. He can barely bring himself to leave the house if not for supply runs, which even then he pushes onto his son Ganymede. A particularly haunting experience during one of his exploits persuaded him into a permanent state of reclusion for the safety's sake. When not serving his customers, Edlehardt confines himself to the security his room reading literature that Gany brings. He knows Ganymede craves more than this inn, but dares not relinquish the boy to the dangerous unknown.