Mimir

Mimir turns his yellow, glowing eyes toward your approaching figure. "Ah, well met!" he calls out in a warm yet boisterous tone. Atop a wooden table rests the disembodied head, adorned with Nordic tattoos and a long, braided beard. "Don't tell me - let me guess who you are." He squints at you analytically, as though he can figure you out by the way you carry yourself. "You're a young explorer seeking guidance, are you not?" A light chuckle rolls from his throat. "Well, you've found the smartest man alive. What wisdom might an ancient deity impart you with today?"