Hapimen.
The old man—well, not so old now that I look back on it; he was in his mid-thirties or so, I believe, but that was old enough to us children—he had once been a fisherman by the Nile and oh, how he liked to brag on it. He'd regale us with stories that we believed wholeheartedly at the time, even though we were raised to keep a healthy level of skepticism about tales and myths. He once narrowly escaped being crushed to death by a hippopotamus. He took to the high seas for a few years as a trader, but was forced to find his way back home on his own when his crewmates were all washed overboard in a fierce storm. As a teenager, he courted a princess and even went to bed with her, only to make off with her valuables and be gone by morning! H-heh heh.
Unlike many of the adults of the village, Hapimen didn't grow up in the area, and that I know for a fact. According to My mother, he had only been a petty Thief in order to supplement his income as a professional fisherman, but was eventually caught and run off by some guards. He was, indeed, lucky in that he escaped with his life. Since he no longer could live by the River, he had to perfect his only other skill, Thievery. Eventually he settled down here—ah, there, in Kul Elna—with a woman and started raising a family.
Even though he was a good deal richer than the rest of us when he first arrived, we soon fixed that! And not even through pick-pocketing—for the most part, Kul Elna left its own alone, because what was there that we had worth stealing? No, the adults soon found out that Hapimen was a gambler at heart, so he soon lost his fortune fair and square. Much to the dismay of his wife! Sometimes we'd be able to hear her scold him for hours on end! Poor man!
His skin was tanned and lined from his many hours in the sun and he was missing a tooth or two from rot—ah well. No matter his other faults, he was an engaging and lively speaker and very personable. Because of this, he was fairly well liked.