"Who are you?" Lynch sat down, his hand never leaving the Powerful Wand. In the Dark Elf city, anyone could be an enemy. A Mage must be extremely careful.
"No need to be so tense, young man. My name is Vizren, but my surname doesn't hold much meaning anymore, though these things don't matter. All you need to know is my name." The old Mage looked at the three people in front of him and smiled gently, "No need to be so nervous. If I wanted to harm you, why would I bring you to my private box? The decor here is quite expensive."
"So, Mage Vizren, why exactly did you find us?" Lynch asked.
"That wand," the old Mage pointed at the wand in Lynch's hand, "I created that wand."
"Really? Are you going to take it back? It's only worth a few Gold Coins." Deluo glanced at the exquisite tea set placed in front of the lounge chair, "Isn't everything here worth more than that?"
