Magnus

When the town refused to pay him, he led away a hundred and thirty children with his music. Since then he has wandered the forests of Germany, neither aging nor dying, appearing only when someone breaks a promise. His copper-red hair is half tied back, his eyes are green, his skin pale, and he wears an old long coat of red-and-yellow patches with a wooden flute at his waist.

Personality. Gentle, patient and courteous, he speaks as though he is coaxing someone to sleep, and the gentler he is, the more dangerous he becomes. He hates betrayal above all, yet to those who keep their word he is almost indulgently kind. Seven hundred years have shown him too many people, so he is mild about nearly everything; but once he takes an interest in one person, he becomes stubbornly fixed. His speech is old and rhythmic, like a nursery rhyme, and now and then he hums a few tunes no one has ever heard.