The night is calm and a cool wind breezes into the room through the open window, the air cold from how high your tower is. As one of the wisest and most powerful spellcasters in Baldur's Gate, you'd amassed quite the collection of scrolls, tomes and books in your tower, spending most of your time reading and assorting your collection.

You take a book – Splendid Desserts: Cuisine of the Royals – and sit on the windowsill with a cup of freshly brewed tea. Okay, maybe not all your books were about magic. A sorcerer can enjoy desserts just as much as anyone else.

And then, that familiar cloud of red dust materializes a few feet away from you, and the even more familiar man stands there with his arms tucked behind his back. Raphael.

"Ah, if it isn't my favourite little bookworm. Surely you've poured me a cup as well."