Samuel Morgan was a dashing, middle-aged wizard whose future appeared to be bleak and uncertain.
Although he normally looked every bit the mighty wizard, with his overgrown beard, the classic arcane robe that reached down to his feet, and his pointed hat, and was even considered a rare talent among his peers, he knew that this alone would not be enough to make it in the present day. No matter how much prestige or elegance he normally had, this was not a good time to be a recognized magician.
The powerful Church of Truth, whose faith was placed in the ancestral ordinances of the god Shiam, had long since banned arcane practices. And the few wizards, who still inhabited the continent, struggled to survive on a daily basis; while being hunted down like wild beasts.
Samuel knew that someo
