Rommalt’s face crinkled
and he chuckled. “Ah youth, always ready to defend
themselves from a perceived insult. Perhaps you should learn
to be slower about acting and faster about hearing lest you
embarrass yourself without cause.” He stuck his eyebrows out
at Jarl and waggled his nose.
Jarl dropped onto the seat of the chair, chagrin plastered
across his face. Dale stood, crossed his arms and glared at
the wizard.
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“Now that you’ve had your fun with us, how
about an explanation? We just spent weeks fighting to get
here, and almost lost our lives several times, in the
attempt to prevent a disaster.”
The wizard sat down in the chair, settled back and smiled at
Dale. “Worry not, oh impetuous one, the explanation is
forthcoming. Though perhaps after you hear it, you’ll wish
you had not. As I told you at the gate, I am the head wizard
here. I founded this college in the deep ages at the
beginning of the world.”
Jarl sprang to his feet. “You were around during the
Wizard’s War, weren’t you?”
Rommalt favored him with a lopsided smile and nodded his
head. “Indeed I was. In fact, you might say... I started
it.”
Continuing their quest,
the small band of rag-tag heroes find themselves in the
middle of Villenspell, the fabled City of Wizards. Assassins
and evil wizards try to bring their quest to an end, all the
while the threat of world destruction is looming ever
larger. But can they trust the only one who seems to have
any answers? Or are they walking into a trap?
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