an old farmer who looks to have has made his peace with life.
"M'name is William."
"I'm a farmer."
"The lord of New Magincia."
"That's where ya are now."
"Working the earth is the lowest form 'o labor."
"But it provides food for them as writes books, plays music, and other such things."
"Surely 'tis a humble living, to devote yer life to farmin'."
"It's about all I do with meself, 'cept when I find time for carvin' hippos."
"I'll show ya one."
The old man gets a fiendish gleam in his eyes as he reaches into his pouch and takes out a small wooden hippo.
"Aint she purty?"
"If I don't make the purtiest gol' danged hippos you ever did see, you can call me Mortimer."
"He's a mighty foolish fellow."
"Can't help you there."