Before you, or somewhere quite near of you at least, stands a pale and stocky halfling man. The unassuming little fellow was somewhere in his late twenties and could easily be identified as a practitioner of magic by most people. While there were no robes or pointy hat, the halfling was often lugging around a heavy, knobbled staff and numerous pouches of magical spell ingredients. He also had a pair of neat little spectacles balanced on his nose or hanging from a chain around his neck.

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