This story is about an elf named Hobo. With snow-white skin, bright eyes, messy hair, and pointed ears. When he was little, he lived in a faraway place behind a mountain, to the west of a lake, under a clearing. From there, he would start his journeys every time. You see, his father was a tinker. He polished copper cauldrons, pots, coffee pots, and trays for wizards, giants, dwarfs, and elves. There were many customers and therefore many places he visited. And to these places, he would take his son along for company. Father and son wandered from castle towns to lighthouses and from big city squares to riverbanks.