The Black Citadel
"Sorry I'm busy, can you come back later," says a hollow sounding voice from the back of the room.
You stand there for a moment and take in your surroundings. It looks like an experiment room. There are two bodies to your right and one to your left lying on racks. They look like they're already dead. The young man in front of you is behind a large desk with a large pile of books, along with some parchments and quivers. There are also some levers jutting up from the desk.
You're silence makes the man look up at you. He looks fairly young with shoulder length long dark hair and he's wearing thick spectacles that accentuate his bulbous green eyes. He stops what he's doing and says,
"Oh, I know you I think. Yes! You're the Tarvonian I was watching in the gladiator arena through my looking glass. Now that was quite a show you put on. But I don't know what you're doing all the way up here in the central spire. It's remarkable that you haven't been killed yet by any of the dark ones or orcs for that matter. Oh but look at you you're a, you're a mage!
He looks you up and down before continuing,
"No doubt you're in the spire for a reason, looking for something or someone, but you know, I'm afraid I can't help you. I've got a mountain of work to do and there's nothing for you in here. Could you please excuse yourself and close the door behind you when you leave. Thanks."
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You stand there for a moment and take in your surroundings. It looks like an experiment room. There are two bodies to your right and one to your left lying on racks. They look like they're already dead. The young man in front of you is behind a large desk with a large pile of books, along with some parchments and quivers. There are also some levers jutting up from the desk.
You're silence makes the man look up at you. He looks fairly young with shoulder length long dark hair and he's wearing thick spectacles that accentuate his bulbous green eyes. He stops what he's doing and says,
"Oh, I know you I think. Yes! You're the Tarvonian I was watching in the gladiator arena through my looking glass. Now that was quite a show you put on. But I don't know what you're doing all the way up here in the central spire. It's remarkable that you haven't been killed yet by any of the dark ones or orcs for that matter. Oh but look at you you're a, you're a mage!
He looks you up and down before continuing,
"No doubt you're in the spire for a reason, looking for something or someone, but you know, I'm afraid I can't help you. I've got a mountain of work to do and there's nothing for you in here. Could you please excuse yourself and close the door behind you when you leave. Thanks."
Say something