The Holy Man

In a hide-away valley in a vast mountain range which slices its way through the borders of several large countries, huddled between hoary peaks covered in snow at their very tips, a small community exists to run the global administration of this man's organisation. My helicopter arrived some hours before, descending through the peaceful air of this ravine to deposit me alongside the rest of the hacks that have clustered here to fawn upon the peaceful existence of this wizened old fruit.
But I have heard the rumours, of course I have. He is said to have... abilities, powers... he does things that most men have never seen, will never seen. Is it witchcraft, I have to wonder? Or will they turn out just to be stories? I have no doubt that I will soon find out.