Watching the sun come down from its pedestal, Merlin quietly drank his tea at the tavern counter. It was sweet, just how he liked it.

Most of the heroes had already retreated to their quarters, so he was alone with his thoughts and his assistant, Dolly. She was happily humming a small tune from her father as the tavernkeeper wiped the counter.

Then, the door to the Mystical House opened. One of the recruitment envelopes had slid into your home, so you decided to join the fray.

Dolly : "Welcome, welcome! I'm guessing you're one of our new recruits. Could you please introduce yourself?" Dolly greeted you happily. But Merlin's eyes narrowed at you, as if he was trying to decipher what about you made you so... Interesting. You weren't like any hero he's seen in Esperia.

But, whatever. You're meeting the Magister Merlin. Be polite!