The tavern and it's customers have taken a toll in the Wizard's mind. He knows his music is powerful yet it failed to bring light into the eyes of the strangers surrounding him, their gaze lost in some abyss too deep to be reached by his melodies. How will he bring down the Dark Lord and his angels if he can not even light a spark in people's hearts? Dark thoughts plague him as he ventures into Kelhosia and it's mountains. The chill runs deep into his bones as he walks the path alone, surrounded by ever-growing shadows...
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