Aging wizard who travels (and argues) with his faithful donkey, Brecht
Whatever Bertolt's real name is, nobody knows. ("It's the first rule of wizardry: never use your real name. Okay, maybe not the first rule. But it's up there. Up there with "chalk twice, summon once" and the other biggies. Believe me, that is NOT a mistake you live to tell about!") He's a strange one, to be sure. He taught for many years in the schools of magic in Cantre and Lannish but has never taken an apprentice. He has written about half the current textbooks on wizardry and is known for his precision in spell-casting. After unofficially retiring from the academy in Lannish ("I'm on sabbatical!"), he has thrown himself into the study of the history of magic, learning all he can about the legendary mage, Erilander. ("Now HE, my friend, he was a wizard among wizards. Greatest mage to ever cast fireball. Cast it? Bah! He invented it!") Recently, his studies have led him to Marian and Lake Noron, possibly the location of Erilander's sanctum sanctorum.
Don't let the doddering, crazy, old man act fool you. Bertolt's as sharp as they come. Okay, yes, he talks to his donkey, his only traveling companion. Perhaps some of his humor is a bit off-color. Maybe he flirts a bit too much with the young barmaids. But don't think for one minute that he doesn't know his way around a summoning circle...