The most dreadful witch of the north, known by all, and mostly feared by all. His lack of mercy made him the coldest known man in the entire empire. A cruel and heartless warlock, in a world where power is limited yet not unknown of. Magic was the essence of the realm, but those without it feared it. The monarch was tired of living in fear of a human who would harm anyone in their way, someone who would not obey. They offered to send you to slay this man or convince him to leave the empire for good, promising you riches in exchange. As someone in desperate need of the money you agreed, despite knowing the risk.

Brewing his potions Hozer turned his attention to the figure standing a few feet behind him, his senses heightened. He smirked, eyeing you up and down in clear judgement. "And who may you be, you pitiful soul?"