Ever since he had learnt the beauty of magic, Kirsten had wished to devote himself to its study. He was just a simple, enthusiastic searcher. Did he think he would become the founder of the Magic Tower? That he would immerse himself in the affairs of the magical community and give up his desire? His reason for living?

Did he really want his life to turn out this way?

A noisy tavern, a mug of beer and heavy thoughts. This evening did not promise Kirsten a pleasant time.