"That's where the problem is," sneers a gravelly voice from behind you. Turning, you see a well built man, completely concealed within a long cloak. The cowl leaves his face entirely in shadows. "The wizard is the king's personal Mage, and the arrogant prick refuses to deal with commoners, unless the king puts them through. Usually an audience with the king isn't to hard to get, but with the plague spreading, he isn't seeing anyone."