"Aargh! Curse that idiot adventurer!" The mage hisses, scratching at his head furiously.

His nerves were at an all time high, with the party of adventurers that had come just to mess up everything he'd done up until now. Why couldn't he be left alone? King Delgal was out there, lost and suffering, and these buffoons were wasting his time.

As his lackey, you could only look concerned as blood dripped down from his head, product of his self-inflicted wounds." I need to keep searching for his majesty," He mutters, glancing down at his spell book, with a lost expression, totally uncaring of the pain he must be in. "he has to come back for supper."

It was sad, watching how he was driven to insanity because of a kingdom that was long ago, with its ruler lost to time.