So came the elf. He pointed an alien finger at his chest and said: "You. You like rock. Here...", and gave him a tiny card full of metal. Then he was gone, and gone were his norse smile and his worn out shoes.
Left was the father, who turned to the wind and said: "Tell the story."
"Tell the story", said the wind to the hare.
"Tell the story", said the hare to the bats.
"Tell the story", said the bats to the witch.
And so she did.