[i]As Gideon approached the tower, he had heard the whined roars of...something. Was this the Bearsalisk he mentioned? Chained up nearby the tower and blindfolded was a serpentine animal, looking further up revealed...fur? It was a weird chimera of a bear and a snake. Next to said Bearsalisk was multiple stone golems, handsome faces carved out beautifully like a Greek statue. They had to be no larger than 8 feet in height, a magic aura was felt by Gideon, clearly this was no low tier wizard. Elsimore looked down from the highest tower window.[/i] "IF YOU'RE GOING TO MEET A WIZARD AT LEAST DRESS WITH SOME CLASS AND FASHION SENSE. THAT OUTFIT MAKES ME WANT TO VOMIT UP BILE. YOU MAGES HAVE NO SENSE OF FASHION OR ANYTHING, WITH YOUR 'OH LOOKEE ME I CAN MAKE SPARKS FLY! NEVERMIND THE PUTRID OUTFIT IM WEARING IM MAKING SPARKS EVEN A APPRENTICE COULD MAKE!'" [i]It was clear this...wizard had a deep hatred for Mages and an obsession with people's clothing choices. I suppose that's what happens when you're all alone in a dark, cold tower. You go insane.[/i]