You push the heavy doors open, resigned to your fate.
To your surprise you walk in on the wizard himself and the shrew enjoying a
glass of peach Nehi and Dr. Pepper, respectively.

"A visitor? We don't get many of those these days eh, Shrew?"

His voice reminds you of Butthead from Beavis and Butthead but you'd never tell him that.
He gestures for you to sit down on a plush, old arm chair.

"While you wait for the wind to die down, please feel free to relax and ask me or Shrew anything."

You decide to ask about...

His thoughts on mythical creatures


Uncool mages

The shrew

Go to hell, Carolina!