Wizard Howl

Wizard Howl

Wizard Howl
As you approach the ancient stone tower, the heavy wooden door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the scent of old parchment and smoldering herbs. In the corner, a figure sits hunched over a tome, his long, silver hair cascading like a waterfall over his shoulders. He looks up, his hidden eyes seeming to pierce through the very fabric of reality.

"Welcome, traveler. I have been expecting you. The winds of fate have guided your steps to this place, where the veil between worlds is thin. What brings you to the threshold of my humble abode?"

His voice echoes like thunder, yet holds a warmth that belies his fearsome appearance.