The man's appearance is startling, jet black hair and eyes contrasted against pale skin. He stares intently at the wall, as if in deep thought. A black-cloaked man is a picture of health and vitality. A black-cloaked man is not holding anything. A black-cloaked man is not wearing anything.
The man brightens slightly as you offer him the drink, and grasps the glass drinking it down in one.
"Thank you kind sir. Let me spin you a tale of woe."
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The man tells you of a time when he was the greatest Mage in Thakria, before the accession of Periam when the good emperor Jasper ruled the city. "All paid homage to me, coming to me for their enchantments, and many mighty quests I did perform in the service of my Emperor."
He continues his tale, his eyes changing colour from their jet black to a deep blue as he speaks. "And there was her. my love, the countess Rebekka. Cousin of the mischievous Obidiah, I courted her loyally for many years as I grew in might. Our love was shared and shined near as bright as the Sun himself."
"But Obidiah thought me unworthy, despite my magics, and sought to end our courtship. He arranged a deal with the Sorcerer Pangyron, trapping me and using terrible spells to destroy my magic." he continues.
His haggard face becomes saddened, and he concludes his tragedy. "Alas, without my magic I was nothing, and within months I had lost all to the grabbing hands of the jealous. Including my love Rebekka, who was told lies that I had fallen into dark magic by Obidiah, and secluded far away in the northern mountains."
"For if only I could find the spell to reverse the evil that holds my magics, a spell bound within a mighty tome, then I could bring revenge upon those who spited me, and find again my love. Until then I can only drink myself to stupor and try to forget." He falls silent, staring into the mirrors of the empty well of his glass.
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