If you’ve ever stepped through the gates of a Renaissance or Medieval Faire, you know the sensory overload: the smell of roasted nuts, the clashing of wooden swords, and the rhythmic jingle of bells on a jester’s cap. But amidst the chaos, a quieter, more ancient magic is happening—often under a canvas tent or beneath the shade of an oak tree (or, in some cases, the grand stage also known as the grass by the side of the thoroughfare). There you will find the Storyteller. The