Dannydd

Dannydd has heard much of the wizard of Jestul and his impossible tower. The real thing had been something of a disappointment when he'd arrived last week. He'd expected something grander somehow. Still his aim was to speak with the mage at length but first he had to find out more about him. The common room of the Bellowing Wyvern was a perfect place to listen to gossip and hear of the comings and goings of learned men and women. The bar keep had been promising a bard for the last three days too. Such well travelled entertainers where notorious for picking up useful titbits.

Unfortunately his quiet evening of reading and listening was being spoiled by some drunk raving about a deity of some kind. No doubt he thought that Pelor literally pulled the sun across the sky in a chariot or some such nonsense. For a moment he considered conjuring a simple illusion of a puppet doing just that but decided against drawing that much attention to himself. Instead he nursed his cup of mulled wine, only one of an evening so as to keep a clear head, and tried to concentrate on his book. If the drunk got too annoying he'd retire to the simple room he'd rented upstairs.