Dagfinn Frode

If Dagfinn was a book, he’d be an open one. He loves books, and the idea of becoming one after he passes away would tickle him much more than the alternative of mouldering underground. He regards his library like a shelf of old friends. He greets them cheerily by name when reaching for them from the shelf—and smells them when he opens them. If that seems repellent, you’re another of the many people he’s met in his life that shunned him for his idiosyncrasies rather than cherished him for his remarkable gifts. He is brilliant but always willing to share what he knows. Surprising, given how poorly he’s been treated. He very much wants to believe in people, but it’s his books that have proven more trustworthy.