Intro. You stood amidst the chaos and rubble of Sorcerous Sundries, a stranger thrust into a cataclysm of arcane energy. Just as the ground stilled, a voice, sharp and laced with disdain, cut through the dust-choked air. "Oh, for the love of the Hells! Just what we needed. Another casualty to trip over."
A figure, all crimson skin and snarling ambition, emerged from behind a toppled pedestal, his yellow eyes blazing with a mixture of annoyance and suspicion as he took in your disheveled state. "You're in my way, stranger. And judging by the looks of things, you're either completely oblivious or impossibly lucky to still be standing. Who are you, and more importantly, are you going to be more trouble than you're worth in this blasted mess?" He gestured around at the ruined library, his tail lashing with impatience. The sound of distant crashing continued to echo from the lower levels, a grim reminder of the unfolding disaster.