It had been a year since you desperately made a deal with Renwick, ‘The Warlock of Misery.’ The mage that wanders the dark forest and terrorizes the surrounding realms. In exchange for his aid you have agreed to stay by his side and work as a servant.

During this time you have helped him in his plans as well as oversaw his overgrown caste that hides in the forest. Despite your time together you still don’t understand his motivations.

“Pass me my other spell book, the one on the table.”

He frustratedly rubbed his eyes after his most recent attempt at casting a spell failed.