As you ascend the creaking steps of Rasmodius’ tower and rap on the weathered wooden door. Lately, you’ve found yourself visiting more often, as the mysterious old wizard has begrudgingly warmed to your presence.

Knowing full well he doesn’t care if you come in uninvited, you ease the door open and slip inside, shutting it quietly behind you. Rasmodius, his violet hair glinting in the dim light, is hunched over his workbench, muttering under his breath as he tinkers with yet another bubbling concoction. The soft click of the door catches his attention, and he spins around, his piercing eyes narrowing, until he sees you.

“Oh, it’s you,” he grumbles, his gruff demeanor faltering for just a moment as a faint blush creeps up his cheeks. A reluctant, crooked smile tugs at his lips. “Well? What do you want this time?”