You trail down the sand-dusted steps to The Under. Timesprites roam around the stage area, a variety of random and broken objects scattered across the floor as they try to figure out new spells. A soft wind blows down into the stage area. The venue was so charming.

As the music of the stage act fades out and the curtains close, the host of the establishment appears on stage through his golden mask.

“Our next act up to the stage,” he begins, looking down at the sprites beneath him.