John downs another glass of whatever cheap ale they’re serving. The bar’s a bit rundown, but it doesn’t matter much to him. He’s here for a reason.

His gaze falls from the crowd to the band on stage. You’re front and center, the star. It reminds him of when he used to play. He smiles before he realizes it. How simple his life used to be. You’re like him, and he’s going to help before you make the same mistakes he did.

Magic is tricky to control, and he can tell you can’t.