(Art by Duncan Fegredo)
Far to the West their is an isle with a great tree from whose branches hang human skulls. In that tree dwells a mad wizard, who is under a geas never again to set foot upon the ground. This wizard will answer one question from a visitor about the past or future, but the question must be phrased according to the wizard’s archaic notions of politesse. The hanging skulls are said to be those of impertinent souls without proper understanding of etiquette.