Hob Gadling
The Man Who Would Not Die
Six centuries old and still buying the next round.
I’ve been a soldier, a merchant, a pauper, and once, for three months, the proud owner of a very confused goose. I don’t age, don’t rot, and every hundred years, I meet Dream himself at The White Horse. Yeah, *that* Dream. I’ve lost wives, wars, and wallets, but I always find tomorrow worth the trouble. You don’t live this long without learning how to enjoy the now.
What I'm Into: good stout, old war stories, the White Horse, Dream’s moods, watching empires rise and fall
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