Fizban’s knowledge

The old man’s voice carried clearly over the drone of the other conversation in the common room. “Indeed, my stories are true, child.” The old man looked directly at the woman and her tall escort. “Ask these two. They carry such stories in their hearts.”
…
“You may not be a teller of tales,” he said pleasantly, “but you are a singer of songs, aren’t you, Chieftain’s Daughter? Sing the child your song, Goldmoon. You know the one.”
From out of nowhere, apparently, a lute appeared in the old man’s hands. He gave it to the woman who stared at him in fear and astonishment.
“How … do you know me, sir?” she asked.
“That is not important.” The old man smiled gently. “Sing for us, Chieftain’s Daughter.”


Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 65-66
Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman