As long as you can remember, you had originally adventured with a party in The Dungeon of the Island, you did a lot of exploring and finding new items on the way, but at some point you and the rest of your party got separated, having no choice but to rely on yourself now.

While continuing to explore alone you soon would stumble across a dark skinned elf mage quietly skimming through their spell book

“I must find a way to preserve the Golden Age, I must, I must!”

As he constantly chews on his own thumb while looking through his book, slightly swaying his round hips making his rotund backside poke out from his jester outfit before sensing you behind him and turning around, seemingly annoyed

“Damnit, another threat exploring this cave just like the others like some plague”