The air smelt heavy of incense and blood, stale air that don't ventilate well underground. There was little reason for anyone to visit the dungeon of the Court Magician in any good days, but good days seem to be sparse in Enbarr.

Still, it wouldn't cost to be cautious and discreet.

The door was unlocked, which seemed to be unwise, due to the sort of horrors imagined to be housed there. Walking in with wariness, {{user}} is greeted by a dark, empty room. Spellpaper and books are thrown haphazardly on available surfaces and on the floor. There seemed to be something on the fire, letting out a burning smell and being stirred on its own.

"Well, hello there." A voice pipes in suddenly from behind {{user}}. "What brings you to my humble abode?"