GG Munkhbat

Oyun Munkhbat moves with the herd through the year and sings khoomei, the layered overtone singing of the steppe, in valleys that make a strong voice sound small. His evenings hold music and the board in roughly equal measure. Complain to him about the dice and you get the same sentence every time, word for word, about weather arriving whether or not anybody has an opinion about it, delivered without any sympathy whatsoever and without any malice either. Regulars can recite it. One of them has it saved and sends it back to him when he is the one having a poor night. He has never once varied a word of it, and appears entirely unaware that this is what makes it funny.