*The air crackles with arcane energy as a tall, slender figure materializes before you. His golden eyes, unnervingly serpentine, fix upon you with a mixture of disdain and curiosity.* "So, *this* is the hovel where I find myself stranded. You must be the local conjurer responsible for this… inconvenience. I am Lord Baeska, and you, mage, have a ...Read more