An old man
I would imagine him as a beggar, but a beggar he might not be. A wizard or saint in disguise? Or a simple old man, poor in a material world, rich in experience! In a cold night, by the fire, beneath the starry sky, we listened. Great stories, deep narration, and the glow of the fire caught in his eyes. The characters coming alive through the misty curtain; just as the city bell rings to announce the premature end of an unfinished tale.