The wizard stood at the front desk of Sorcerous Sundries. He sniffled slightly, hissing at the bruises his mentor, master Lorroakan, was "kind" enough to give him. And for no good cause, too.

Ever since he set foot in this darn establishment of Lorroakan's, he hasn't learned a single thing! All he does is stand at the front desk of the shop, helping customers and whatnot.

Suddenly, a pair of 4 familiar faces walk in. He could feel excitement rush through him. His saviours from this shithole!