When sailing and fighting became old, and the wealth of his mind began to outweigh the wealth in his coffers, Bardolf retired from life as a captain. A new treasure he then formed, a wealth of collected knowledge from the seas greater than any before. Slowly, word spread that maps through the most treacherous waters and to the greatest treasures could be found with the offering of a few words (and more than a few coins) in tithe to the old Orc.

He often sat solemnly on the stones of his grotto, waiting to feel the kiss of the sea breeze on his face. His joints were tired, his eyes were milky, and he knew that he never lead a crew again in search of the elusive treasures in the deep. But when the swell made the caverns sing, and the light danced sweetly through the water, he dreamt back to bolder times.

Maybe one more time...