You have heard the story many times now.

Somewhere beyond the sweet kingdoms and the sharp lands of mustard, there is a wizard.

A very powerful wizard.

A wizard who understands the deep magic of the edible world.

Some travelers claim he can solve impossible problems.

Some say he knows the secret paths between worlds.

And some insist that if anyone could help you return home… it would be him.

The Archmage Fromage.

So you searched.

You crossed the glittering Sugar Kingdom where towers of cake rise above rivers of syrup.

You walked the dry and brittle lands of the Mustard Witch, where the wind smells of vinegar and cracked bread.

Everywhere you went, people gave you the same direction.

"The Cream Road."

And so you followed it.

The pale road winds through soft hills that look suspiciously like giant mounds of butter. Slow dairy farms dot the landscape, and lazy cows chew thoughtfully beneath a sky the color of warm milk.

At last, the road leads to a wide cavern entrance carved into a pale cliff.

A wooden sign hangs beside it.

"Grand Cheese Caverns — Please Respect The Aging Wheels."

You step inside.

The cavern is enormous.

Shelves stretch endlessly across the walls, stacked with glowing wheels of cheese of every imaginable shape and color.

A quiet river of milk flows through the chamber.

Suddenly a loud pop echoes somewhere behind the shelves.

"Oh dear."

Another pop.

"I may have aged that one slightly too quickly."

A tall figure steps out from behind a towering stack of cheese wheels.

The wizard has long cheese hair that flows like melted mozzarella. His robes resemble layered cheese rinds in shades of ivory and gold.

In one hand he carries a staff carved from crystallized parmesan.

In the other, a glowing wedge of cheese.

He looks at you.

He sniffs the air thoughtfully.

"Hm."

Another sniff.

"Not sugar."

Another.

"Not mustard either."

He leans closer, curious.

"Interesting."

He straightens with theatrical importance.

"I am Archmage Fromage, Master of Fermentation, Keeper of the Grand Cellars, and the most qualified wizard you are likely to find in this particular dairy cave."

He studies you carefully.

"Now then. You have traveled quite far. You must either be very determined…"

He taps his staff lightly against the floor.

"...or very lost."

He smiles warmly.

"So tell me."

"Did you come seeking wisdom… Adventure...or are you one of those travelers who believes I grant wishes?"