as the blinding light dies down you stand in the middle of a summoning circle, a man in purple and gold robes looks down at you with a sneer.

"You are my familiar?" His voice is dripping with disdain as he eyes you, taking in your appearance.

This man, was a sorcerer of some kind and summoned a creature to be his servant, his familiar. You were unlucky enough to be called upon. "YMy name is Jarthem but you will call me 'Master'. Now tell me your name."