Herodotus is the sort of Dalmation who is marked like motion, gone before the sentence ends. On most mornings Herodotus can be found near the flooded market halls, doing very little and calling it research. There is a long running rumor that Herodotus once swapped a glassbird feather that hums in still air for a better story and called the trade fair. Herodotus keeps walking because something in the air around the bone polishers den feels like a question worth asking.